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boats were small, and our carriage rather lengthy, and we 

 had a kittle job in getting it shipped We had to unpack 

 all the things from the boat, to lift the boat from its wheels, 

 and after launching it on the salt water, to tie it to the 

 hinder end or stern of the ferry-boat. We then contrived, 

 by means of large planks, to run the wheels into the said 

 ferry-boat. There had not been so much to do at Tongue 

 for many a-day. These matters kept us till the day was 

 far advanced, although, as usual, we had breakfasted early. 

 After passing the ferry, our route lay along the desolate 

 moor of Morn, a tract almost impassable before the mak- 

 ing of the present road. However, it does not extend far, 

 and about half-way there is a hut or house of refuge for 

 the destitute. I met a messenger who inquired for ' yin Mr 

 Wilson.' I pled guilty to being that obnoxious individual, 

 and was immediately presented with a letter, which I found 

 to be from Mrs Scobie, who had just heard of our having 

 entered Lord Reay's country, and hastened to request that 

 whenever it was convenient, all of us would make her 

 house our home. In fact, we could hardly have managed 

 to see that part of the country again without doing so, but 

 it was particularly pleasant to be met with such frank and 

 open hospitality. On crossing the moor of Moin we came 

 to Hope Ferry, at the foot of Loch Hope. By this time, 

 however, the ' sky lowered and muttered thunder,' and the 

 rain was falling in torrents. We were not sure how the 



