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2IO <strong>The</strong> <strong>Highland</strong> Monthly.<br />

discouraging tidings <strong>of</strong> his failure to find any mark to indi-<br />

cate where we were. And now another difficulty presented<br />

itself. <strong>The</strong> horse, getting impatient <strong>of</strong> standing still so<br />

long, made several ineffectual attempts to go forward during<br />

my driver's absence, but failing in this he commenced<br />

to walk round in a circle, and by the time the driver had<br />

joined me the horse had completed several revolutions.<br />

<strong>The</strong> result was that we lost our bearings completely, and it<br />

was as difficult to go back as to continue our course to<br />

Carinish. AW around was one dense, impenetrable—at<br />

least to the eye—mass <strong>of</strong> fog. However, something must<br />

be done, and it was proposed to retrace our steps if<br />

possible.<br />

When we left Benbecula and till we crossed the Grams-<br />

dale Ford the wind was on our left, but as we followed as<br />

closely as we could the curved course indicated by the<br />

stones, we gradually turned round till by the time we had<br />

lost our way the wind was in our face. This latter fact we<br />

had now forgotten, and, remembering only the direction in<br />

which the wind blew when we entered the ford, we commenced<br />

our backward journey keeping the wind nearly in<br />

our face, but a little to the right. A minute's consideration<br />

will enable any one who is acquainted with the ford, or<br />

who has closely followed my description <strong>of</strong> it, to understand<br />

that we were now heading nearly due west towards<br />

the Atlantic. On we went, however, at a good trot, for the<br />

horse was still fresh. <strong>The</strong> fog was very dense, and though<br />

we both strained our eyes looking in every direction, we<br />

could distinguish nothing. I asked the driver if he thought<br />

we were proceeding in the direction <strong>of</strong> Benbecula, and he<br />

replied he had no idea where we were, or where we were<br />

going. From an occasional remark he made in Gaelic, I<br />

inferred that he v.-as getting somewhat alarmed. So giving<br />

him a few words <strong>of</strong> encouragement, though my own feel-<br />

ings were by no means to be envied, I advised him to urge<br />

the horse on, for on looking at my watch with the aid <strong>of</strong> a<br />

lighted match, I saw it was later than I had expected. It

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