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the experience of my last visit, when, accompanied by the same 

 friend, I made a hurried run down to the island one Saturday 

 evening to make some inquiries anent the Western herring- 

 fishery. 



We had been landed from the steamboat on a massive 

 grey boulder, on the sides of which, thick as was the atmo- 

 sphere, we observed dozens of limpets and crowds of " buckies," 



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and other sea-ware, giving us token of ample employment 

 when we could obtain leisure for a more minute survey of 

 the rocks and stray stones which sprinkle the sea-beach of 

 Corry. In the meantime, that is just after landing, the great, 

 the momentous question on this and every other Saturday 

 night is is the inn full ? A hurried scramble over the jagged 

 stones, and a rush past the very picturesque residence of Mr. 

 Douglas' pigs, brought us to the inn,. and at once decided the 



