ON THE COAST OF AEEAN 157 



round it. Turning now a little to the left we 

 begin to climb the front of Am-Binnein, which 

 consists of great rock-slabs piled precipitously 

 one upon another. We pause often to take 

 breath. Far below we see the steamer coming 

 into Corrie. She looks like a tiny toy moving 

 across the blue. The fierce wind is against her, 

 and we observe how she has to curve round in 

 order to reach the black dot which means the 

 ferry boat. We know on good authority that 

 bees 



Soar for bloom, 

 High as the highest Peak of Furness-fells 



yet we are surprised to find here, at an elevation 

 of 1,400 feet, a solitary bee fighting with the 

 wind. At twelve o'clock the sky lowers, and, 

 although the wind continues, rain begins to fall. 

 We know now that our hope of fine weather is 

 gone ; but, having resolved to go forward, we 

 creep behind the rocks and wait till the shower 

 abates. 



