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NORTH IIONA. 321<br />

cavern ; rain and storm ; a tieaf octagenarian grand-<br />

mother; the wife and children half naked ;<br />

and, to add<br />

to all this, solitude, and a prison from which there was<br />

no escape. Yet they were well fed, seemed contented,<br />

and little concerned what the rest of the world was doing.<br />

To tend the sheep and house the winter firing; to dig the<br />

ground and reap the harvest in their seasons ; to hunt<br />

wild fowl and catch fish ; to fetch water from the pools,<br />

keep up the fire, and rock the child on their knees to<br />

sleep, seemed occupation enough, and the society of the<br />

family itself, society enough. The women and children,<br />

indeed, had probably never extended their notions of a<br />

world much beyond the precincts of North Rona, and the<br />

chief seemed to have few cares or wishes that did not<br />

center in it. If man is a gregarious animal, it is only by<br />

cultivation that he learns to delight in extended society.<br />

Kenneth had few ideas to communicate ; and his family,<br />

apparently, had none at all. And after all, as Montaigne<br />

says, " Sur le plus beau trone du monde on n*est jamais<br />

assis que sur son cul."<br />

We were desirous of knowine; whether he meant to<br />

renew his engagement, as seven years of it were now<br />

expired. But on this head he did not seem to have made<br />

up his mind. All that we could discover, was a desire to go<br />

to Lewis to christen his infant. In another year, his wish<br />

will have been gratified. I shall never know the event;<br />

for assuredly, in leaving North Rona, I have left it for<br />

ever ; but I shall be much surprised if some future visitor<br />

does not find Kenneth, twenty years hence, wearing out<br />

his old age in the subterranean retreat of his better days.<br />

" But the weary wind began to rise, and the sea began<br />

to rout." It was time to think of leaving a place where<br />

a few hours of neglect might have detained us the whole<br />

winter. The charms of pensive contemplation would have<br />

been dearly purchased by a few months residence in<br />

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