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and rattled unheeded. Lord ! how it did thunder 

 and blow that night ! One uninterrupted roar of 

 wind and storm, first booming from one range of 

 cliffs, then crashing against the opposite one. 

 The mist ablaze with colour and light, which 

 seemed to splash about our very feet, adding a 

 thousand new beauties to the bright-coloured plants 

 at our tent door. The storm raged fearfully all 

 night, but as the wind eased in the morning, and 

 we were short of provisions, w^e made a dash to 

 get round to Fort William. But hardly had we 

 started when it came on to blow ten times harder 

 than ever, and there was the more imminent danger 

 of our boat swamping. Minniscan remembered a 

 camping place at the end of a neighbouring bay, 

 and we ran for it ; but as we neared the landing 

 we found that the surf was far too heavy for us, 

 and made for the side of the bay, where there was 

 some sort of lee. When we got there, the half- 

 breed pluckily leapt waist deep into the water, and 

 some of us kept the boat off the rocks, whilst others 

 chucked the blankets and tents to him to lighten 

 the boat. This done, we hauled her up, high and 

 dry, and looked about us to see what sort of a 

 place we were in. A narrow strip of land at the 

 foot of the cliffs which skirt the fine Makengus Mt. 

 gave us a camping ground, which had evidently 

 been already used by Indians, and in spite of the 

 lashing wind and driving rain we soon had the 

 tents up and the fire ablaze. The curved sweep 



