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I
now
lay
quite
becalmed
,
and
began
to
feel
that
a
man
can
die
of
cold
as
well
as
of
drowning
.
The
shores
of
Earraid
were
close
in
;
I
could
see
in
the
moonlight
the
dots
of
heather
and
the
sparkling
of
the
mica
in
the
rocks
.
"
Well
,
"
thought
I
to
myself
,
"
if
I
can
not
get
as
far
as
that
,
it
's
strange
!
"
I
had
no
skill
of
swimming
,
Essen
Water
being
small
in
our
neighbourhood
;
but
when
I
laid
hold
upon
the
yard
with
both
arms
,
and
kicked
out
with
both
feet
,
I
soon
begun
to
find
that
I
was
moving
.
Hard
work
it
was
,
and
mortally
slow
;
but
in
about
an
hour
of
kicking
and
splashing
,
I
had
got
well
in
between
the
points
of
a
sandy
bay
surrounded
by
low
hills
.
The
sea
was
here
quite
quiet
;
there
was
no
sound
of
any
surf
;
the
moon
shone
clear
;
and
I
thought
in
my
heart
I
had
never
seen
a
place
so
desert
and
desolate
But
it
was
dry
land
;
and
when
at
last
it
grew
so
shallow
that
I
could
leave
the
yard
and
wade
ashore
upon
my
feet
,
I
can
not
tell
if
I
was
more
tired
or
more
grateful
.
Both
,
at
least
,
I
was
:
tired
as
I
never
was
before
that
night
;
and
grateful
to
God
as
I
trust
I
have
been
often
,
though
never
with
more
cause
.
With
my
stepping
ashore
I
began
the
most
unhappy
part
of
my
adventures
.
It
was
half-past
twelve
in
the
morning
,
and
though
the
wind
was
broken
by
the
land
,
it
was
a
cold
night
.
I
dared
not
sit
down
(
for
I
thought
I
should
have
frozen
)
,
but
took
off
my
shoes
and
walked
to
and
fro
upon
the
sand
,
bare-foot
,
and
beating
my
breast
with
infinite
weariness
.
There
was
no
sound
of
man
or
cattle
;
not
a
cock
crew
,
though
it
was
about
the
hour
of
their
first
waking
;
only
the
surf
broke
outside
in
the
distance
,
which
put
me
in
mind
of
my
perils
and
those
of
my
friend
.
To
walk
by
the
sea
at
that
hour
of
the
morning
,
and
in
a
place
so
desert-like
and
lonesome
,
struck
me
with
a
kind
of
fear
.
As
soon
as
the
day
began
to
break
I
put
on
my
shoes
and
climbed
a
hill
--
the
ruggedest
scramble
I
ever
undertook
--
falling
,
the
whole
way
,
between
big
blocks
of
granite
,
or
leaping
from
one
to
another
.
When
I
got
to
the
top
the
dawn
was
come
.
There
was
no
sign
of
the
brig
,
which
must
have
lifted
from
the
reef
and
sunk
.
The
boat
,
too
,
was
nowhere
to
be
seen
.
There
was
never
a
sail
upon
the
ocean
;
and
in
what
I
could
see
of
the
land
was
neither
house
nor
man
.
I
was
afraid
to
think
what
had
befallen
my
shipmates
,
and
afraid
to
look
longer
at
so
empty
a
scene
.
What
with
my
wet
clothes
and
weariness
,
and
my
belly
that
now
began
to
ache
with
hunger
,
I
had
enough
to
trouble
me
without
that
.
So
I
set
off
eastward
along
the
south
coast
,
hoping
to
find
a
house
where
I
might
warm
myself
,
and
perhaps
get
news
of
those
I
had
lost
.
And
at
the
worst
,
I
considered
the
sun
would
soon
rise
and
dry
my
clothes
.
After
a
little
,
my
way
was
stopped
by
a
creek
or
inlet
of
the
sea
,
which
seemed
to
run
pretty
deep
into
the
land
;
and
as
I
had
no
means
to
get
across
,
I
must
needs
change
my
direction
to
go
about
the
end
of
it
.
It
was
still
the
roughest
kind
of
walking
;
indeed
the
whole
,
not
only
of
Earraid
,
but
of
the
neighbouring
part
of
Mull
(
which
they
call
the
Ross
)
is
nothing
but
a
jumble
of
granite
rocks
with
heather
in
among
.
At
first
the
creek
kept
narrowing
as
I
had
looked
to
see
;
but
presently
to
my
surprise
it
began
to
widen
out
again
.
At
this
I
scratched
my
head
,
but
had
still
no
notion
of
the
truth
:
until
at
last
I
came
to
a
rising
ground
,
and
it
burst
upon
me
all
in
a
moment
that
I
was
cast
upon
a
little
barren
isle
,
and
cut
off
on
every
side
by
the
salt
seas
.
Instead
of
the
sun
rising
to
dry
me
,
it
came
on
to
rain
,
with
a
thick
mist
;
so
that
my
case
was
lamentable
.
