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wondrous wroth, and swore you should go 

 home to Stornoway that night and get no 

 supper; and even Lochiel blew you up, and 

 said you should be ashamed of yourself, and he 

 would follow your fortunes no more ? Do you 

 mind (Scottice) inveigling me one day over to 

 Dalbeg from Callernish, under pretence of 

 woodcock shooting there, ten miles over the 

 muir, getting only one old cock grouse ? Then 

 our being confined three days to the house with 

 a Lewis gale, and the nice hailstorms rattling 

 on the skylight windows, and the grand Atlantic 

 tumbling over the cliffs above the house, and 

 our lying down under the spray to watch the 

 breakers. It was a grand sight, was it not ? 

 And then the snipes round that quaint little 

 lake inside the sea bay ! And at last, when 

 the weather did clear, do you remember the 

 woodcocks round Brahgar Hill, and up the 

 glen and down the haggy flat towards Sebas- 

 topol Loch ; and then the Carloway glens, and 

 that hillside where you had to cling on by your 

 eyelids to get over the cocks, and how fright- 

 fully one always missed them there ? And 

 that deceiving Carloway river, with its nice 

 pools, rushing streams, and long, deep, appa- 

 rently good holding water, in which one never 

 saw or got a fish? Do you remember our 



