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The Highland monthly - National Library of Scotland

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Caught in a Ford.<br />

was half-past two o'clock, and I knew that even then the<br />

Gramsdale Ford was too deep. To recross it was, how-<br />

ever, our only chance. We continued at a brisk rate for<br />

about ten minutes longer, anxiously peering through the<br />

fog in every direction in the hope <strong>of</strong> seeing land, but without<br />

success. Another circumstance now increased my<br />

uneasiness, and that was the marked disinclination which<br />

the horse shewed towards the direction he was compelled<br />

to take, for he made several ineffectual attempts to turn to<br />

the left. I was on the point <strong>of</strong> drawing the driver's atten-<br />

tion to this when splash ! the horse plunged into water.<br />

At the same time I saw a large black mass <strong>of</strong> water, with<br />

its white crest easily visible through the fog, rushing<br />

towards us ; and the driver exclaiming in Gaelic—<br />

" A<br />

Thighearna ! se tha so an cuan " (My God !<br />

this is the<br />

ocean), turned the horse right round at the same moment<br />

that the wave broke over us in a cloud <strong>of</strong> spray. <strong>The</strong><br />

driver now lost his presence <strong>of</strong> mind completely, and for<br />

the first time I myself fully realised the extreme gravity <strong>of</strong><br />

our position. Here we were perhaps miles from a place <strong>of</strong><br />

safety with the flowing tide rushing in with great velocity.<br />

Our only hope <strong>of</strong> safety lay in immediate action, but what was<br />

to be done ! We<br />

had no idea where we were nor in what<br />

direction we were now to go. A bright thought struck me^<br />

and one that we should have acted on before now. I asked<br />

the driver if the horse had <strong>of</strong>ten been through the ford, and<br />

if he were likely to find his way home if left to himself<br />

<strong>The</strong> reply to both questions was in the affirmative, and the<br />

horse, prompted by a few lashes <strong>of</strong> the whip, bounded forward<br />

at a smart gallop. But alas ! our hope <strong>of</strong> safety,<br />

raised for a moment by our confidence in the instinctive<br />

knowledge <strong>of</strong> the horse, was but short-lived ; for I remem-<br />

bered that even should the animal endeavour to return to<br />

Benbecula, the Gramsdale Ford was far too deep, for the<br />

splash <strong>of</strong> the horse's feet told us that the tide was rapidly<br />

rising even on the higher sands, and that it would in a short<br />

time cover the whole expanse. Our only chance was to

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