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The Highland monthly - National Library of Scotland

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212 <strong>The</strong> <strong>Highland</strong> Monthly.<br />

get to one <strong>of</strong> the islets or rocks in the middle <strong>of</strong> the ford<br />

and for these we kept a sharp look out. Meanwhile we<br />

were going at great speed. It was a race for life or—death !<br />

We might at any time plunge into one <strong>of</strong> the deep holes or<br />

channels with which the sands abound, or even worse still,<br />

we might be swallowed up by quicksands, from which we<br />

could never extricate ourselves. Or, avoiding these<br />

dangers, were we to wander in the ford feeling the water<br />

rise gradually higher and higher until the horse, unable to<br />

battle with his invincible enemy any longer, would succumb,<br />

and then ? Still on we went through the thick<br />

grey fog, and the splash, splash, <strong>of</strong> the horse's feet<br />

warned us that the water was getting deeper and deeper-<br />

And in what direction was the horse proceeding ? We<br />

knew not. And still we urged him on, on, no matter<br />

where, only somewhere, for our danger was every minute<br />

becoming more imminent. And we could hear the roaring<br />

<strong>of</strong> the rising waters on all sides like the roar <strong>of</strong> a hungry<br />

lion in chase <strong>of</strong> its prey ; and the wild and weird screams<br />

<strong>of</strong> the sea fowls as they, too, kept pace with the dark<br />

waters, seemed to me like the laughter <strong>of</strong> demons rejoicing<br />

in our destruction. And in the midst <strong>of</strong> these discordant<br />

sounds, which filled me with a kind <strong>of</strong> superstitious fear,<br />

could be heard the whiz <strong>of</strong> the driver's lash as it sharply<br />

cut the air in its descent to the flanks <strong>of</strong> the noble animal<br />

that, as if conscious <strong>of</strong> the danger that threatened us,<br />

seemed to exert every muscle in his body. How long this<br />

race continued I know not. It could not have lasted more<br />

than ten minutes, but to me it seemed an age. At last I<br />

perceived a dark object away to the left, and directing the<br />

driver's attention thereto, I told him to drive towards it.<br />

In a few minutes we had reached it, and our joy may be<br />

better imagined than described when we found it was a rock<br />

evidently high enough above high-water mark to afford us<br />

a place <strong>of</strong> safety. We plunged through a sheet <strong>of</strong> water<br />

that, to the depth <strong>of</strong> about three feet, surrounded the rock

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