Motoring aboard . by the time we had finished read: Flat car for motor will wait you Benderloch station. Cost7-6.—Stationmaster. The promptness and business character ofthis dispatch determined us on following ouroriginal plan, and our car was soon humming amerry tune along the beautiful mountain roadtoward Ballachulish. We left Fort Williamabout two oclock in the afternoon and it was atleast four when we reached Ballachulish andpulled up at the comfortable Scotch-like stoneinn on the side of the fiord, or Loch Leven, togive it its proper geographical name. I hunted up the propriet
Motoring aboard . by the time we had finished read: Flat car for motor will wait you Benderloch station. Cost7-6.—Stationmaster. The promptness and business character ofthis dispatch determined us on following ouroriginal plan, and our car was soon humming amerry tune along the beautiful mountain roadtoward Ballachulish. We left Fort Williamabout two oclock in the afternoon and it was atleast four when we reached Ballachulish andpulled up at the comfortable Scotch-like stoneinn on the side of the fiord, or Loch Leven, togive it its proper geographical name. I hunted up the proprietor immediately andasked him where the ferry was as we had dis-covered no place where a boat of this naturecould land. In his broad Scotch he replied:Shes a bit awa man, lying oer yon, andpointed to the distant side of the fiord, which wasperhaps a quarter of a mile wide and sharplydriven in between the mountains. All that anyof us could discover a bit awa oer yon waswhat looked to be a small rowboat. But the 204. It was a job requirijig the greatest care to bal-ance our heavy car on this ferryboat andtake it safely across the fiord. ^long Hje Calebonian Canal innkeeper assured us that it was a real ferry andlarge enough to take our car across. We had decided misgivings regarding this buttold him to get the boat over and we would seewhether we wished to risk putting the motorupon it. In a few minutes two lusty Scots wererowing a yawl across the fiord, out of which thetide was running at a speed of certainly fifteenmiles an hour. In the course of half an hour they had towedthe ferryboat across and had moored it at theend of a steep, stone-paved declivity runninginto the sea. And then a jabber began, all inGaelic, not one word of which could be under-stood or even guessed at by any of our the end of five minutes of spirited conversa-tion the Scotch innkeeper, who was also lesseeof the ferry, explained to me that we shouldhave to wait about an hour and a hatf untilthe ti
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