I HAD just arrived at Cruden Bay on my annual visit, and after a late breakfast was sitting on thelow wall which was a continuation of the escarpment of the bridge over the Water of Cruden.Opposite to me, across the road and standing under the only little clump of trees in the place was atall, gaunt old woman, who kept looking at me intently. As I sat, a little group, consisting of a manand two women, went by. I found my eyes follow them, for it seemed to me after they had passedme that the two women walked together and the man alone in front carrying on his shoulder a littleblack box-a coffin. I shuddered as I thought, but a moment later I saw all three abreast just as theyhad been. The old woman was now looking at me with eyes that blazed. She came across the roadand said to me without preface: "What saw ye then, that yer e'en looked so awed?" I did not like to tell her so I did not answer.Her great eyes were fixed keenly upon me, seeming to look me through and through. I felt that Igrew quite red, whereupon she said, apparently to herself: "I thocht so Even I did not see thatwhich he saw.
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