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thing ye'r doin', maun, just the right thing ye'r 

 doin' ; for it's graund water graund to douk in 

 and graund to drink o'. Tak' a cup o' it every 

 mornin' fastin' an' ye'll never dee at all ye'll 

 just live on an' renew ye'rsell like the eagles.' 

 Although our boat is not a large one, yet, 



with a few stones in her for ballast, she will 







carry a small lug- sail, and we had set to-day 

 apart for a short cruise. Willie MacNiven, 

 however (Willie is the cheeriest and handsomest 

 boatman in Corrie), shakes his head and says 

 we must content ourselves on shore, for the 

 wind as it is now would blow us clean off the 

 water. Having waited till evening we then 

 determined to try the mountains, and decide on 

 Cioch-na-h'oighe for the sake of seeing again 

 the wild river of rocks up in the high hollow. 

 In the village there are signs of Saturday night. 

 The three trading smacks in the little harbour 

 are having their decks scrubbed ; the brown 

 fishing nets are hung up on the trestles there 



