ON THE COAST OF AEEAN 127 



We had an hour or two in Dunoon, a beau- 

 tiful place enough for those who*do not care 

 for seclusion, and then, having joined the 

 Guinevere, we ran into Corrie with a tearing wind 

 behind us. 



Towards nightfall we ventured out in our 

 own little boat ; but were glad to hurry back. 

 Both land and sea had a strangely threatening 

 aspect. The sky was covered with horizontal 

 masses of cloud, which gave to everything 

 beneath them an unearthly colour that blue, 

 or purple, which is almost black. As we pulled 

 hard into the creek, the high summit of Am- 

 Binnein seemed so near that it might have been 

 taken for a rock overhanging the fields. 



The night which followed was, of course, wet 

 and stormy. Not a glimmer of light could be 

 discovered ; and the blind sea roared through 

 the dark like a Titan in pain, and dashed itself 

 on the ledges with a sound as of thunder. 



