64 EEMINISCENCES OF THE LEWS. 



day, when you could discern a midge almost on 

 the top of Oliesliam, to know how beautiful it 

 can be. We slept at Portree, where a gentle- 

 man — or, at least, a well-dressed man — dis- 

 tinguished himself by a feat of chivalrous dis- 

 regard of self I have seldom seen equalled. 

 There were many passengers, and but scant 

 accommodation at the hotel. The individual 

 in question, then, on our landing, made the 

 best use of his legs, and, arriving first, selected 

 the largest and best room in the house, and 

 secured his own possession, to the exclusion of 

 all others, by locking the room up and putting 

 the key in his pocket. 



The next morning was as fine as the pre- 

 ceding, and we steamed on to Oban, where we 

 arrived happily in the evening, and here poor 

 Celery's mystery was solved. She had been 

 more than usually careful of her charges, her 

 white terrier, and particularly her carpet-bag. 

 She had been more than ever awfully enigma- 

 tical in her views of the past and the future. 

 We had all retired to our apartments, when 

 sounds seem to issue from the sufferer's room. 

 We all rushed to see what could the matter be. 

 We opened the door, when lo ! full-dressed and 

 cross-legged like a Turk, sat Celery on her bed, 

 the immortal carpet-bag by her side, her dog 



