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The Highland monthly - National Library of Scotland

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Caught in a Ford. 209<br />

suspicions were only too well founded. We had not<br />

advanced far after this when the driver expressed his<br />

inability to proceed farther without the stones to guide<br />

him. I hinted that we had better return to Benbecula, to<br />

which he consented, adding, as he jumped out <strong>of</strong> the gig,<br />

" that he would have a look round " in the hope <strong>of</strong> ascer-<br />

taining where we were. <strong>The</strong> next moment he had<br />

disappeared. I took the reins and patiently awaited his<br />

return.<br />

I was now left alone in charge <strong>of</strong> the horse, ?nd my<br />

mind naturally reverted to my peculiar, not to say danger-<br />

ous, position. I had <strong>of</strong>ten read and heard <strong>of</strong> adventures<br />

many <strong>of</strong> them tragic enough, that had befallen persons<br />

similarly placed as I was, and stories <strong>of</strong> such adventures<br />

now rushed through my mind, causing a peculiar sensation<br />

which was not altogether devoid <strong>of</strong> fear. I looked in all<br />

directions for some indication <strong>of</strong> our locality ; but what<br />

was my consternation to find that the fog had hidden<br />

every object from view, and that nothing was visible but<br />

sand on all sides ; indeed, the fog and sand seemed so<br />

blended together that it was impossible to distinguish the<br />

line <strong>of</strong> demarcation. Not a star was to be seen, nothing<br />

but that grey mass that every moment gradually narrowed<br />

my range <strong>of</strong> vision. Our position was critical in the<br />

extreme. Here we were somewhere about the middle<br />

<strong>of</strong> the ford, with the tide coming in for the last two<br />

hours. Even now to cross the channels would be<br />

attended with considerable danger, and in another<br />

half hour they would be impassable. I saw that something<br />

must be done, and that immediately. <strong>The</strong> driver had not<br />

yet returned. I looked for him, but in vain. I whistled,<br />

s<strong>of</strong>tly at first ; no answer ! I shouted, but there was no<br />

response ! ! Oh horrors ! had he lost his way on the sands,<br />

and wandered so far that he could not hear me ? I again<br />

shouted at the top <strong>of</strong> my voice, and my anxiety was soon<br />

relieved when I heard a responsive shout in the distance.<br />

In a {q.\\ minutes my man made his appearance, with the<br />

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