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Updated: June 18, 2025
Tibbie Ross, answering the calling, hurried in. "Gude with us! it's the end!" Mrs. Grizel came, wrapped in a great flowered bed-gown. In a few minutes all was over. Strickland and Alexander laid him straight that had been the laird. The month was May. The laird of Glenfernie, who had walked to the Kelpie's Pool, now came down the glen.
"Eh, Glenfernie! is there news of the lassie?" "None. You've got the sight. Can you not see?" "It's gane from me! When it gaes I'm just like ony bird with a broken wing." "If you cannot see, what do you think?" "I dinna want to think and I dinna want to say. Whaur be ye gaeing now?" "On over the moor and down by the Kelpie's Pool." "Gae on then. I'll watch for ye coming back." He went on.
Ian Rullock riding Fatima, behind him a Black Hill groom on an iron-gray, came over the moor to the head of the glen. Ian checked the mare. Behind him rolled the moor, with the hollow where lay, water in a deep jade cup, the Kelpie's Pool. Before him struck down the green feathered cleft, opening out at last into the vale. He could see the water there, and a silver gleam that was White Farm.
The air was indeed growing colder when the two came at last upon the moor that ran down to the Kelpie's Pool. Furze and moss and ling, a wild country stretched around without trees or house or moving form. The bare sunshine took on a remote, a cool and foreign, aspect. The small singing of the wind in whin and heather came from a thin, eery world.
There came a sound from the chair pushed back from the light. Mr. Wotherspoon measured the table with his fingers. "It seems that the countryside was searching for her. It was the laird of Glenfernie who, alone and coming upon some trace, entered the Kelpie's Pool and found her there. They say that he carried her, dead, in his arms through the glen to White Farm."
"You're fey!" said Alexander, at last. "Na, na!" spoke Jenny. "But, oh, he's the bonny lad!" The dinner was eaten. It was time to be going. "Shut your book of stories!" said Alexander. "We're for the Kelpie's Pool, and that's not just a step from here!" Elspeth raised her brown eyes. "Why will you go to the Kelpie's Pool? That's a drear water!" "I want to show it to him. He's never seen it."
When your father was a laddie they often used to sit here, the two of them. They were great wanderers together." "I never heard it," said Alexander. "Almost it seems too bright...." They sat in silence, but the train of thought started went on with Glenfernie: "But perhaps she never went so far as the Kelpie's Pool." "The Kelpie's Pool!... I do not like that place!
What was left of the Kelpie's brig ended in mid-stream. Instead of thanking God for the light without which I should have gone abruptly to my death, I sat down miserable and hopeless. Presently I was up and trudging to the Loups of Malcolm. At the Loups the river runs narrow and deep between cliffs, and the spot is so called because one Malcolm jumped across it when pursued by wolves.
I've suspected her for a long time. She's so rough and ill-tempered that she looks honest; but I shall be able to show her up yet. You wouldn't call it honest to cheat the poor, would you?" "I should think not. But what do you mean?" "There must have been something to put old Eppie in such an ill-temper on Saturday, don't you think?" "I suppose she had had a sting from the Kelpie's tongue."
Elspeth all along sunshines and shadows Elspeth a wide, living life not crushed into the two moments upon which he had brooded not the momentary Elspeth who had walked the glen with him, not the momentary Elspeth lifted from the Kelpie's Pool, borne in his arms, cold, rigid, drowned, a long, long way!
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