220 AMID THE HIGH HILLS 
On the sea coast, at the mouth of one of the 
sea lochs on the west coast of Ross-shire, I have 
often waited for the dawn, looking up the loch 
towards the high hills in the distance, and, whilst 
I waited, there would come into my mind those 
impressive words of the prophet Isaiah, " Watch- 
man, what of the night ? " The watchman said, 
" The morning cometh." No one who has had 
this experience and seen the sun rise in its 
splendour over the high hills, flooding the surface 
of the sea with brilliant crimson light, will ever 
forget the scene, or the uplifting of spirit and 
sense of abiding peace which it imparted. 
