ON THE COAST OF ARRAN 27 



floating log. ' Well, Sandy,' we said to him, ' it 

 was well you were picked up last night.' 



' Oh, don't believe it, gentlemen, don't be- 

 lieve it. I was just bathing.' 



' And at midnight, Sandy ? ' 



* What for no ? It's a guid thing bathing, at 

 all hours.' 



' And with your clothes on, Sandy ? ' 



* What for no ? I have na' always just the 

 time to tak' aff ma' claes when I want to 

 bathe.' 



Poor Sandy ! Have a care, or some day you 

 will bathe after this fashion once too often, and 

 then there will be sore weeping among the five 

 weans who will be waiting for you at home. 



In the evening we began our journey home- 

 ward. The road leaves the coast and runs 

 across the promontory which ends in Clachland 

 Point, and which separates the Bay of Lamlash 

 from that of Brodick. As we climb slowly 

 towards the summit-level we turn often to gaze 



