Chapter 37: Heather and Coarse Wool
Chapter 37: Heather and Coarse Wool They set off at dawn under a sky the color of dull lead, promising continued chill. Duncan's carriage, carrying them and their meager luggage, left the warm lantern light of the inn and plunged once more into the desolate, magnificent scenery of the Scottish Highlands. Mrs. Cameron rode with them, silent as ever, though her gaze swept sharply over the passing woods and hillsides. The road grew narrower, rougher. Broad river valleys gave way to rolling hills, then endless stretches of heather-clad moorland mountains. The wind turned biting, carrying the distinctive bitter scent of heather and the chill of distant snow lines. The air was thin and clean. Near midday, the carriage stopped beside a crude waymarker where a track, almost swallowed by moor gr
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