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accounts, at once, both for Corrie and its little 

 harbour, and, as I have said, from this point 

 the village has naturally extended itself. In 

 the daytime the gathering ground is a few 

 yards further south, at the creek, off which the 

 steamers now stop ; but at night, probably from 

 the force of habit, the native population always 

 repairs to the harbour. 



As we approached this place last night, on 

 our way home from Sannox, we heard music 

 and laughter. On the low parapet of the bridge 

 was seated a man with an accordion. He 

 played the simple instrument with some skill, 

 waving it about in his hands and following his 

 own notes by beating on the ground with his 

 foot. In front of him were about a score of 

 dancers. The couples were made up of the 

 rough fisher-lads and strapping lassies of the 

 village ; yet, though there was plenty of vigour, 

 there was neither rudeness nor vulgarity. In- 

 deed, some of them displayed an unaffected 



