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Once upon a time there were two brothers who lived in a lonely house in a very lonely part of Scotland. An old woman used to do the cooking, and there was no one else, unless we count her cat and their own dogs, within miles of them.
One autumn afternoon the elder of the two, whom we will call Eddie, said he would not go out. So the younger one, Fergus, went alone to follow the path where they had been shooting the day before, far across the mountains.
He meant to return home before the early sunset, however, he did not do so, and Eddie became very uneasy as he watched and waited in vain till long after their usual suppertime. At last Fergus returned, wet and exhausted, nor did he explain why he was so late.
But after supper when the two brothers were seated before the fire on which the peat crackled cheerfully, the dogs lying at their feet and the old woman's black cat sitting gravely with half shut eyes on the hearth between them, Fergus recovered himself and began to tell his adventures.