92 S/. Kildafrom Without. 



the Society of Antiquaries of Scotland, traces in the 

 legends of both islands like Samson in the Temple 

 of Dagon, met her end in a way that did no discredit 

 to her reputation, " the dead which she slew at her 

 death being more than they which she slew in her 

 life." 



Her husband, the king's fisherman, was out in his 

 boat, and had just caught a sturgeon, when a party 

 of marauding Irish set upon him, stole his fish, and, 

 on his mildly protesting, belaboured him with it 

 within an inch of his life. 



No one who has not seen such a club brought into 

 active play is likely quite to realise what a formidable 

 weapon a big fish in the hands of an angry man 

 can be ; nor, having seen it, as it was once the 

 writer's fortune to do, is likely soon to forget the 

 sight. 



We were driving from the Baltic port of Abo, 

 through pine woods and boulder-strewn mosses, cut 

 up by streams and white lakes, and dotted here and 

 there with cultivated patches and the log huts, 

 commonly used in Finland for smoke-drying the 

 crops, to a fishing-ground a hundred miles or so in- 

 land. A couple of hours of daylight had been wasted 

 in an unsuccessful attempt to stalk some Cranes, 

 which had flown over us with necks not bent back- 

 wards between the shoulders, as a Heron carries its 

 neck, but stretched stiffly forwards. We had marked 

 the birds down in an oat-field, a few hundred yards off 

 the road, where, in spite of all our efforts to outwit 

 them, the eyes of four sentries, who stood on duty, 

 straight as gateposts, while the others fed, had proved 

 too sharp for us. 



The daylight had almost gone as, with several 

 stages of the road to be driven still before us, we 



