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Eleanor Atkinson

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GREYFRIARS BOBBY 

by Eleanor Atkinson 

I. 

When the time-gun boomed from Edinburgh Castle, Bobby gave a
startled yelp.  He was only a little country dog--the very
youngest and smallest and shaggiest of Skye terriers-bred on a
heathery slope of the Pentland hills, where the loudest sound was
the bark of a collie or the tinkle of a sheep-bell.  That morning
he had come to the weekly market with Auld Jock, a farm laborer,
and the Grassmarket of the Scottish capital lay in the narrow
valley at the southern base of Castle Crag.  Two hundred feet
above it the time-gun was mounted in the half-moon battery on an
overhanging, crescent-shaped ledge of rock.  In any part of the
city the report of the one-o'clock gun was sufficiently alarming,
but in the Grassmarket it was an earth-rending explosion directly
overhead.  It needed to be heard but once there to be registered

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