180 ST. KILDA FROM WITHOUT 



Formidable enough as is a salmon as a club, it is 

 nothing to a sturgeon, with its chains of diamond- 

 shaped pyramids of outside bone the last survivor, 

 in European waters, of the mail-clad Ganoids which 

 struggled for existence among the crocodiles and flying 

 monsters of a primitive world, and no wonder Muiream's 

 poor husband, when carried into his master's presence 

 to tell his story, was more dead than alive. 



But he had not to wait long for his revenge. 



The same night the lady crossed alone in a boat to 

 Ireland, and, surprising the camp, killed the king's 

 son and a hundred of his warriors, before her passion 

 was stilled for ever by a stone dropped on to her head 

 from above, as she stood, like Fitz- James, with her back 

 to a rock, defying the whole host of the Irish. 



A curiously-shaped chambered beehive-hut, which 

 has puzzled more than one antiquary, and a spring 

 in St. Kilda, are still known as the ' Dairy/ and ' Well 

 of the Amazon.' 



The Soft-skinned Muiream is not the only peppery 

 lady whose name holds a prominent place in the annals 

 of St. Kilda. 



In these days of woman's rights and newspapers, it is 

 not easy to realise that little more than one hundred and 

 fifty years ago it could have been possible for a man, in 

 a conspicuous public position, to deport a troublesome 

 wife, and keep her in banishment for years, without 

 apparently any inconvenient consequences to himself. 



But this is what Lord Grange, one of the most 



