ON THE COAST OF ARRAN 



Is it possible that his meeting with me has 

 raised a train of association which leads him 

 back dimly to the idea of his old companion, 

 and arouses in him anew the affection which 

 was so strong ? 



The dog and the man are now for me, both 

 of them, treasures of the mind. Alas, poor 

 Dugald ! He was a gentle soul, kinder to all 

 than to himself, and bravely risked his life on 

 this coast, more than once, to save the lives of 

 others. He sleeps by the side of a twin brother 

 in the wild kirkyard at Sannox. In my visits 

 to the Glen I shall not unfrequently turn aside 

 to look at the shepherd's grave. Perhaps his 

 dog will accompany me. 



Sunday, August 3. 



This morning we had a grey dawn and a grey 

 sea. The water looked sometimes like polished 

 metal shining with a steely gleam in the trans- 

 parent parts, and opaque in the shadows. In 

 the evening the rain began ; and while we sat in 



