S. R. Crockett,
The House On The Muir
(1900)
“ Craignesslin, you know, is a great house, with many of the rooms unoccupied, sitting high on the hills, a place where all the winds blow and where the trees are mostly scrubby scrunts of thorn, turning up their branches like skeleton hands asking for alms, or shrivelled birches and firs all bent away from the west. ”
