166 MY LIFE AS A NATURALIST 



woman, and listened to her, gruff Gaelic voice, I recognised that 

 what she said was true, namely, that the Island of Muck " was 

 hidden from view," but she little thought what flitted through 

 my mind, as I gazed upon her own unkempt appearance, as 

 regards the appropriateness of that term being somewhat applied 

 to herself ! She was dirty ! 



And thus, a memorable holiday came to an end. 



