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many hills to climb. At a ferry there was to cross 

 we were delayed while men were summoned, the 

 boat brought over, and horses, cart and luggage 

 packed in it. But we were still ahead of the mail, 

 which every day does this long journey, and, as we 

 mounted the hills on the other side, we saw it reach 

 the ferry-stage. There was time at Strome Ferry 

 for a real breakfast and time to prepare ourselves 

 for a renewal of the treat of a run over the High- 

 land Railway to Perth, and then, by the L. and N. 

 Western, to "that dear old hut, our home." 



