170 STUDIES OF NATURE 



take a blue tinge, the sea turns red, and a 

 crimson pennon of vapour is hung out for a few 

 minutes from the topmost rock-turret of Cioch- 

 na-h'oighe, as if for signal that the day is 

 ended. 



The twilight is coming on fast as I make my 

 way back again towards the burn. I am walk- 

 ing with my eyes turned to the ground when I 

 am conscious of a new radiance in the air. Has 

 the sunlight come back again ? I lift up my 

 head, and there is the moon. She has risen 

 stealthily, under cover of the clouds, and now 

 for a moment through a narrow rift she pours 

 down upon the sea a sudden flood of mellow 

 light. 



Sunday, August 31. 



Yesterday we had again a lively breeze. In 

 the morning we made a run along the coast in 

 a lug-sail, but the amusement was too exciting. 

 As we passed each mountain gorge the wind 

 came down with such uncertain puffs that our 



