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Before
we
had
done
cleaning
out
the
round-house
,
a
breeze
sprang
up
from
a
little
to
the
east
of
north
.
This
blew
off
the
rain
and
brought
out
the
sun
.
And
here
I
must
explain
;
and
the
reader
would
do
well
to
look
at
a
map
.
On
the
day
when
the
fog
fell
and
we
ran
down
Alan
's
boat
,
we
had
been
running
through
the
Little
Minch
.
At
dawn
after
the
battle
,
we
lay
becalmed
to
the
east
of
the
Isle
of
Canna
or
between
that
and
Isle
Eriska
in
the
chain
of
the
Long
Island
.
Now
to
get
from
there
to
the
Linnhe
Loch
,
the
straight
course
was
through
the
narrows
of
the
Sound
of
Mull
.
But
the
captain
had
no
chart
;
he
was
afraid
to
trust
his
brig
so
deep
among
the
islands
;
and
the
wind
serving
well
,
he
preferred
to
go
by
west
of
Tiree
and
come
up
under
the
southern
coast
of
the
great
Isle
of
Mull
.
All
day
the
breeze
held
in
the
same
point
,
and
rather
freshened
than
died
down
;
and
towards
afternoon
,
a
swell
began
to
set
in
from
round
the
outer
Hebrides
.
Our
course
,
to
go
round
about
the
inner
isles
,
was
to
the
west
of
south
,
so
that
at
first
we
had
this
swell
upon
our
beam
,
and
were
much
rolled
about
.
But
after
nightfall
,
when
we
had
turned
the
end
of
Tiree
and
began
to
head
more
to
the
east
,
the
sea
came
right
astern
.
Meanwhile
,
the
early
part
of
the
day
,
before
the
swell
came
up
,
was
very
pleasant
;
sailing
,
as
we
were
,
in
a
bright
sunshine
and
with
many
mountainous
islands
upon
different
sides
.
Alan
and
I
sat
in
the
round-house
with
the
doors
open
on
each
side
(
the
wind
being
straight
astern
)
,
and
smoked
a
pipe
or
two
of
the
captain
's
fine
tobacco
.
It
was
at
this
time
we
heard
each
other
's
stories
,
which
was
the
more
important
to
me
,
as
I
gained
some
knowledge
of
that
wild
Highland
country
on
which
I
was
so
soon
to
land
.
In
those
days
,
so
close
on
the
back
of
the
great
rebellion
,
it
was
needful
a
man
should
know
what
he
was
doing
when
he
went
upon
the
heather
.
It
was
I
that
showed
the
example
,
telling
him
all
my
misfortune
;
which
he
heard
with
great
good-nature
.
Only
,
when
I
came
to
mention
that
good
friend
of
mine
,
Mr.
Campbell
the
minister
,
Alan
fired
up
and
cried
out
that
he
hated
all
that
were
of
that
name
.
"
Why
,
"
said
I
,
"
he
is
a
man
you
should
be
proud
to
give
your
hand
to
.
"
"
I
know
nothing
I
would
help
a
Campbell
to
,
"
says
he
,
"
unless
it
was
a
leaden
bullet
.
I
would
hunt
all
of
that
name
like
blackcocks
.
If
I
lay
dying
,
I
would
crawl
upon
my
knees
to
my
chamber
window
for
a
shot
at
one
.
"
"
Why
,
Alan
,
"
I
cried
,
"
what
ails
ye
at
the
Campbells
?
"
"
Well
,
"
says
he
,
"
ye
ken
very
well
that
I
am
an
Appin
Stewart
,
and
the
Campbells
have
long
harried
and
wasted
those
of
my
name
;
ay
,
and
got
lands
of
us
by
treachery
--
but
never
with
the
sword
,
"
he
cried
loudly
,
and
with
the
word
brought
down
his
fist
upon
the
table
.
But
I
paid
the
less
attention
to
this
,
for
I
knew
it
was
usually
said
by
those
who
have
the
underhand
.
"
There
's
more
than
that
,
"
he
continued
,
"
and
all
in
the
same
story
:
lying
words
,
lying
papers
,
tricks
fit
for
a
peddler
,
and
the
show
of
what
's
legal
over
all
,
to
make
a
man
the
more
angry
.
