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"
Whom
you
have
seen
?
"
he
asked
.
"
By
whom
I
was
received
into
his
own
house
,
"
I
answered
.
"
Did
you
ever
meet
a
man
of
the
name
of
Hoseason
?
"
asked
Mr.
Rankeillor
.
"
I
did
so
,
sir
,
for
my
sins
,
"
said
I
;
"
for
it
was
by
his
means
and
the
procurement
of
my
uncle
,
that
I
was
kidnapped
within
sight
of
this
town
,
carried
to
sea
,
suffered
shipwreck
and
a
hundred
other
hardships
,
and
stand
before
you
to-day
in
this
poor
accoutrement
.
"
"
You
say
you
were
shipwrecked
,
"
said
Rankeillor
;
"
where
was
that
?
"
"
Off
the
south
end
of
the
Isle
of
Mull
,
"
said
I.
"
The
name
of
the
isle
on
which
I
was
cast
up
is
the
Island
Earraid
.
"
"
Ah
!
"
says
he
,
smiling
,
"
you
are
deeper
than
me
in
the
geography
.
But
so
far
,
I
may
tell
you
,
this
agrees
pretty
exactly
with
other
informations
that
I
hold
.
But
you
say
you
were
kidnapped
;
in
what
sense
?
"
"
In
the
plain
meaning
of
the
word
,
sir
,
"
said
I.
"
I
was
on
my
way
to
your
house
,
when
I
was
trepanned
on
board
the
brig
,
cruelly
struck
down
,
thrown
below
,
and
knew
no
more
of
anything
till
we
were
far
at
sea
.
I
was
destined
for
the
plantations
;
a
fate
that
,
in
God
's
providence
,
I
have
escaped
.
"
"
The
brig
was
lost
on
June
the
27th
,
"
says
he
,
looking
in
his
book
,
"
and
we
are
now
at
August
the
24th
.
Here
is
a
considerable
hiatus
,
Mr.
Balfour
,
of
near
upon
two
months
.
It
has
already
caused
a
vast
amount
of
trouble
to
your
friends
;
and
I
own
I
shall
not
be
very
well
contented
until
it
is
set
right
.
"
