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gone ; but in the new Secretary of the Board, the Hon. 

 Bouverie F. Primrose, he had still an agreeable and intel- 

 ligent fellow-voyager. 



TO MISS H. WILSON. 



"Fraserburgh Bat, lith Sept. 1850. 



" We consumed some hours at Peterhead, examining 

 the harbour, and visiting a fishing-station of Lord Aber- 

 deen's, called Boddam. Some of the stations we had seen 

 the day before' were very curious. At one of them, called 

 Dunies, I had climbed up the cliff to the little village above, 

 where the people were assembled to look down ujjon us, 

 probably expecting we should be wrecked in the boat while 

 entering their craggy creek. After gaining the high land 

 I made my way by a narrow ledge towards a cliff com- 

 manding a good sea view. In going along, I noticed a 

 bundle of rags and a bonnet near it, lying a foot or two 

 down the ledge, and just about to hang over the precipice. 

 As the rags moved a little, I stepped down a bit, stretched 

 out my arm, and found myself the parent of a living child. 

 Clapping the bonnet on its head, I hauled it back towards 

 the houses, where it was soon seized and shaken by its 

 grandmother, who never knew it had been out, but who, I 

 think, would never have seen it alive again if I had not 

 chanced to pass along the ledge from which it had rolled. 



" We passed most of yesterday (Friday) on shore at 



