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farmer and his wife, and departed, having still some rocky 

 havens to explore before dark. In fact, the sun had 

 actually set before we reached the last one, and it was 

 rather disagreeable, and not a little dangerous, to be crawl- 

 ing over slimy dulse and tangle, among tremendous big- 

 stones, with pools of clear sea-water between them, pre- 

 tending in the twilight to be only sand. The most ' dis- 

 gusting' part of it, as you would say, was passing from 

 one rock to another over a fresh- water run, by means of a 

 narrow plank not quite firm at one end, and really not 

 broader than this note paper. I had to put my feet across 

 it, walk sideways inch by inch, and was very nearly down 

 once or twice before I was over. However, we all did it 

 at last, both going and returning. It was nearly pitch 

 dark, as it had become very cloudy, before we got back to 

 the highway, where we had left the carriage, and where a 

 couple of nice bright lamps had in the meantime been 

 lighted. There was a large village at this place, the houses 

 being much fuller thai usual in consequence of groups of 

 people returning from the communion and the after preach- 

 ing. We looked into one or two of the houses, which 

 were filled with smoke and wild precarious-looking people, 

 with dingy complexions and tangled locks. We could 

 scarcely see them, except that now and then an arm and 

 shoulder were protruded through the dim atmosphere, and 

 plunged into a large trough full of potatoes standing near 



