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together in the stern, a melancholy and hopeless 

 crew, provoking in each other that which they 

 would fain avoid ; but to those who can stand it 

 the spectacle is fine. A few fishing smacks 

 running with the wind dart past us with amazing 

 celerity, yet there is time to catch the faces of 

 the brave fellows who man them. On the right, 

 across the Sound, is the long low line of Cantire, 

 a deep purple in colour, and strongly contrast- 

 ing with the greener shores of Arran on our left. 

 And now we pass the lonely but beautiful Bay 

 of Catacol, with Beinn Bhiorach and Beinn 

 Bhreach behind it. Then conies Dugarry and 

 the Duke's Lodge, Mauchrie, and King's Cove. 

 Here, in a cave, The Bruce is said to have shel- 

 tered himself in 1307 when he descended on the 

 island for the purpose of seizing Brodick 

 Castle. Those who love the region of dim tra- 

 dition and thoughts of 



Old, unhappy, far-off things, 

 And battles long ago, 



