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57402	Buchan, John	The Watcher by the Threshold			.txt	text/plain	68520	4388	89	telling of the death of an old man at some little lonely shieling called 'Place of the Little Men.' It is a good Gaelic word, though there is "When a thing pits the fear o' death on a man he aye speaks well of it." hard-headed man I had come on the dead-rock of superstition and blind ever at a man's hand, till darkness and loneliness comes and it rises to little streams till we came to the back of the hill which on its face is dowie eyes, had mind of what the dark man said on the muir, and saw in He heard a sound like wind afore him, and, looking up, saw coming down His sins came in his face like birds of night, and his heart "True," said the man, "but it was another thing I came to talk about," "Pit it down, man, and tell's what's come ower this place?" said the	./cache/57402.txt	./txt/57402.txt