Now, we are a scattered band. The Breton’s eyes are slowly turning from the sea, and slowly his ears are forgetting the whisper of the wind around Menhir and Dolmen. The Cornishman has lost his language, and there is now no bond between him and his ancient kin. The Manxman has ever been the mere yeoman of the Celtic chivalry; but even his rude dialect perishes year by year. In Wales, a great tradition survives; in Ireland, a supreme tradition fades through sunset-hued horizons to the edge o’ dark; in Celtic Scotland, a passionate regret, a despairing love and longing, narrows yearly before a bastard utilitarianism which is almost as great a curse to our despoiled land as Calvinistic theology has been and is.

—Fiona Macleod, “From Iona” in The Sin-Eater and Other Tales and Episodes

This work has been selected by scholars as being culturally important, and is part of the knowledge base of civilization as we know it.

Condition: Pre-loved book. Antique classic.

Format: Hardcover
Year published: 1895
Pages: 293
Sub-genre: Classic short stories