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The Highland monthly - National Library of Scotland

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Cauokt in a Ford. 213<br />

unyoked the horse, led him up tea place <strong>of</strong> safety, dragged<br />

up the machine, and prepared to pass the night on the<br />

lonely islet.<br />

My first act on getting to the rock was to place two<br />

stones, one on the top <strong>of</strong> the other, in the spot where we<br />

landed, that when daylight came I might ascertain where<br />

we had been wandering for the greater part <strong>of</strong> the time we<br />

passed in the ford. From this mark I afterwards learned<br />

what our movements, which I have already partly<br />

described, had been. Instead <strong>of</strong> returning south to<br />

Benbecula, as we intended, we had proceeded in a westerly<br />

direction towards the Atlantic, and it was into this" ocean,"<br />

as the driver exclaimed, we had plunged. From information<br />

I have since received from men who know the ford well,<br />

regarding the extent <strong>of</strong> sand uncovered by water at<br />

different stages <strong>of</strong> the tide, I conclude that we must have<br />

been about a mile and a-half west <strong>of</strong> the rock on which<br />

we ultimately found safety, when we encountered the sea<br />

running in ; and as the rock was at least half-a-mile again<br />

to the west <strong>of</strong> the guiding stones, we had wandered away<br />

about two miles altogether over the sandy waste from the<br />

true direction.<br />

On getting to the rock I wrapped myself up carefully<br />

in a heavy rug I had with me, and lay down in the shelter<br />

<strong>of</strong> a large stone. I knew that we were perfectly safe from<br />

the encroachment <strong>of</strong> the rising tide, and I tried to sleep,<br />

but in vain. <strong>The</strong> roaring <strong>of</strong> the waters, the screaming <strong>of</strong><br />

the birds, and the sighing <strong>of</strong> the night wind " murdered<br />

sleep." I lay there for a long time listening to these sounds<br />

as they mingled together and varied from time to time in<br />

pitch and intensity. Worn out by the exciting events <strong>of</strong><br />

the night, I felt at last dull and sleepy, and I was congratulat-<br />

ing myself on having successfully wooed the drowsy goddess<br />

when a deep snore near me made me turn round to see the<br />

driver, lying a few yards from my lair, sleeping soundly.<br />

<strong>The</strong> faithful fellow had covered the horse with the only<br />

rug with which the conveyance was provided, and he now

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