16 LEAVES FEOM A GAME BOOK. 



for Oban to meet our host's large paddle-wheel yacht, 

 The Griffen. We found her lying in Kerrera Sound, 

 and six o'clock that evening saw us steaming full speed 

 ahead past DunoUie Castle, straight up the Sound of Mull. 



As dusk came on, we went below to an early dinner, 

 so as to get a steady table before meeting the big roll 

 of the Atlantic coming round Ardnamurchan Point — a 

 real bad place to weather during a gale from the west, 

 for circling round that rocky promontory the tides 

 raced with all the impetuous force of a large and 

 swollen Highland river. Thus, when winds and currents 

 met, this could at times be a very rough and even 

 dangerous bit of sea. 



On this particular night all went well, and as we 

 came on deck to smoke our pipes. The Griffen rose and 

 fell to the big rollers in a gentle and friendly manner, 

 the paddles were beating the water with quick thuds, 

 while in the dusk the white seething foam of our 

 track was visible a long way astern. As the stars shone 

 out, the surrounding hills appeared to shut us in on all 

 sides, and the Captain on joining us invited each to 



