. The land of heather . ignure was so minute a place thesteamer did not go up to a pier, but signalled fora rowboat to come out to meet it. I glanced shore-ward and saw a few houses dotted along just backfrom the beach, and I could see a boat with two menpulling at the oars leaving a small wharf. The steamerslowed up and churned the water with the backwarddashing of its paddles, and when the rowboat ap-proached, a rope was thrown to it. The little craftswung around beside the steamer, and in the stiff windthat was blowing it bobbed up and down on the wavesand bumped against its ponderously swa
. The land of heather . ignure was so minute a place thesteamer did not go up to a pier, but signalled fora rowboat to come out to meet it. I glanced shore-ward and saw a few houses dotted along just backfrom the beach, and I could see a boat with two menpulling at the oars leaving a small wharf. The steamerslowed up and churned the water with the backwarddashing of its paddles, and when the rowboat ap-proached, a rope was thrown to it. The little craftswung around beside the steamer, and in the stiff windthat was blowing it bobbed up and down on the wavesand bumped against its ponderously swaying compan-ion, offering a most uncertain foothold, I thought, asI looked out on it. No time was wasted. Two sail-ors took me by the arms and jumped me down, myluggage followed, and we cast loose and drifted steamers paddles began to revolve, and the vesselwas soon far away, while we labored over the wavestoward the shore. The experience was a new and ex-citing one, and made my nerves tingle while it Churning The Isle of Mull 175 I had been told there was a hotel at Cralgnure, andI had seen it from the steamer, stark and stiff, not farfrom where we were to land. It was a humble affair,and the sign across its front was so worn and faded asto be almost unreadable. I spoke to the boatmenabout getting my luggage to the hotel, but they in-formed me that the building was vacant, and that itsbusiness had been discontinued for years. Then what could I do ? Well, they didnt know; but I might try at thelodge ; and they explained that all this part of theisland was owned by a gentleman who had a mansiona mile back from the village, and the lodge of whichthey spoke was at the entrance to his park, only ashort walk from the wharf. The woman living therehad had some relative stopping with her, and this rela-tive was going away that day, and perhaps now shecould keep me. The lodge proved to be a snug little cottage behinda fringeof trees standing just within the gates tha
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