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The Highland monthly - National Library of Scotland

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2 14 1^^^ <strong>Highland</strong> Monthly.<br />

lay quite uncovered with one end <strong>of</strong> the rein tied round<br />

his arm to prevent the horse, which stood a few feet from<br />

him, from running <strong>of</strong>f without, at anyrate, giving warning<br />

<strong>of</strong> his intentions. I could not help envying the youth<br />

sleeping so contentedly in such a situation. But his<br />

snoring became intolerable, so I got up and walked backwards<br />

and forwards, for I felt chilled. I produced my<br />

whisky flask and found it empty, and I at the same time<br />

remembered that I had the previous evening emptied my<br />

tobacco pouch into that <strong>of</strong> a friend who had travelled a<br />

part <strong>of</strong> the road with me. I awakened the driver, and<br />

asked him if he smoked and had any tobacco, and in reply<br />

he produced from what was evidently a very deep receptacle<br />

in his trousers a long piece <strong>of</strong> black " twist." I filled my<br />

brier pipe, and I am bound to say that, though a great<br />

lover <strong>of</strong> the weed, I never enjoyed a pipe as much as I did<br />

that one.<br />

<strong>The</strong> wind soon increased in force, and the fog was<br />

gradually rising. <strong>The</strong> grey light in the east indicated<br />

the approaching dawn. After the lapse <strong>of</strong> about half-<br />

an-hour, there was light enough to enable us to dis-<br />

tinguish land on both sides <strong>of</strong> the ford. This was about<br />

five o'clock. It would not be high water till half-past<br />

eight, and we could not attempt to leave the rock for four<br />

hours more. Sleep was now out <strong>of</strong> the question, so I<br />

wrapped myself once more in my rug, lay down under my<br />

former sheltering rock, and watched the tide rising gradu-<br />

ally higher and higher, covering one part <strong>of</strong> the rock, on<br />

which we had taken refuge, after another. I perceived<br />

several gulls hovering over the sands, and occasionally<br />

pouncing down on a sand eel that was rash enough to<br />

expose itself. <strong>The</strong>se gulls always follow in the track <strong>of</strong><br />

conveyances crossing the sands, to pick up sand eels that<br />

may be dislodged by the wheels or the horses' feet.<br />

Slowly and wearily the hours passed till it was high water,<br />

and almost immediately the tide began to ebb. About<br />

nine o'clock a small boat, containing three men, sailed past,

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