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 MR. PISISTRATUS BROWN, M.P., 
 
 IN 
 
 THE HIGHLANDS. 
 
Is there a black Macintosh here';" asked the Guard. 
 No, we are a' red JMacGregors." 
 
 Page 4. 
 
MR. PISISTRATUS BROWN, ER 
 
 J xixii. 13 
 
 IX 
 
 THE HIGHLANDS. 
 
 Reprinted from " The Daily News," with Additions. 
 
 SLantion anU Nci» ^orft; 
 
 MACMILLAN AND CO. 
 
 1871. 
 
 \All Rights reserved.} 
 
LONDON : 
 BRADBURY, EVANS, AND CO., PRINTERS, WHITEFRIARS. 
 

 CONTENTS. 
 
 CHAPTER I. 
 
 PAGE 
 THE FRITH OF CLYDE I 
 
 CHAPTER II. 
 
 UP TOWARDS LOCH GOIL . . . . . . I4 
 
 CHAPTER III. 
 
 THROUGH hell's GLEN 24 
 
 CHAPTER IV. 
 
 DOWN LOCH FYNE 34 
 
 CHAPTER V. 
 
 THROUGH THE CRINAN 44 
 
 CHAPTER VI. 
 
 FROM CRINAN TO OBAN 5^ 
 
 iviSIOOSS 
 
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 Contents. 
 
 CHAPTER VII. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 OBAX 66 
 
 CHAPTER VIII. 
 
 FROM OBAN TO JURA 75 
 
 CHAPTER IX. 
 
 DEER-STALKING IN JURA 86 
 
 CHAPTER X. 
 
 DEER-DRIVING IN JURA 101 
 
 CHAPTER XL 
 
 GROUSE-SHOOTING IN JURA 1 14 
 
 CHAPTER XIJ. 
 
 AMONG THE MOUNTAIN HARES I30 
 
 CHAPTER XIII. 
 
 MR. BROWN, M.r., AT A HIGHLAND WEDDING . . I47 
 
 CHAPTER XIV. 
 
 HOMEWARD BOUND 161 
 
 CHAPTER XV. 
 
 THE LAST TURN 1 76 
 
MR. PISISTRATUS BROWN, M.P., 
 IN THE HIGHLANDS. 
 
 CHAPTER I. 
 
 THE FRITH OF CLYDE, 
 
 Mr. Pisistratus Brown, M.P., started for the 
 Highlands without any purpose or plan. It was 
 my good fortune to meet him one morning, by 
 the merest accident, in Princes Street, Edinburgh, 
 where he stood on the pavement pensively looking 
 up at the Scott Monument. Even at a distance, I 
 had recognized the plump and comfortable figure 
 of my friend of old, despite the fact that he was 
 now clothed in a suit of grey tartan, with a 
 Glengarry cap set coquettishly on his head. As I 
 drew near, I could perceive that he was little 
 altered — that the old familiar expression was there. 
 
2 Mr. Pisistratus Brown in the Highlands, 
 
 which used to puzzle the Conservative benches, 
 and attract the eyes of the reporters from their 
 gallery above. For Mr. Disraeli is not the only 
 member of the House of Commons whom popular 
 imagination has gifted with a " Sphinx-like look." 
 Mr. Brown, M.P., has it too. Nature intended 
 the Member for Bourton-in-the-Marsh to be a jolly, 
 laughing, humorous, and fat little man ; but ever 
 after Mr. Brown got into the House, it was 
 observed that a certain gravity lay over his features. 
 He had covered his jocular good-humour with a 
 thin veil of care and thought. He had also caught 
 a trick of passing his hand slowly over his brow, 
 and up towards his shining bald head, as if there 
 was that within which passed the outward show of 
 his round face, and merry, clear, blue eyes. Some- 
 times, indeed, he was found to have his gaze fixed 
 meditatively on the horizon, as if he were resolving 
 within himself the finances of far Cathay, or 
 planning some diplomatic manoeuvre in the 
 Khanats, to stem the slow-working stream of 
 Russian aggression. 
 
The Frith of Clyde. 3 
 
 I asked him how he came to be in Edinburgh 
 while the Houses of Parliament were still sitting. 
 He passed his arm within mine, and said he would 
 tell me. 
 
 " You know," said he, " the Liberal majority 
 is already big enough ! What is the use of my 
 remaining in the House to be a mere voting unit ? 
 I have stolen away a week or two before the recess 
 in order to do some work which will really be of 
 benefit. I have brought with me a bundle of 
 papers, documents, and letters, bearing on the gross 
 grievances sustained by Her Majesty's Clerks of 
 Custorris, as regards salary and term of service ; 
 and I humbly think I cannot be better employed 
 than in studying this important question." 
 
 I told Mr. Brown that he was quite right 5 that 
 it was always better to work in the open air, when 
 that was possible ; and then we fell to talking of 
 his projected tour through the Highlands. 
 
 It turned out, as I have said, that Mr. Brown, 
 M.P., had no plan ; but was not a member of the 
 Imperial Legislature of Great Britain and Ireland 
 
4 Mr. Pisistratus Brown in the Highlands. 
 
 certain to have plenty of invitations ? In a few- 
 days' time bis brethren of both Houses would be 
 coming north j and there would be given him such 
 opportunities of yachting, fishing, red-deer stalking, 
 and grouse-shooting, as seldom fall to the lot of 
 mortals. In the meantime he was free to lounge 
 about, and study at his leisure the grievances of the 
 Customs Clerks. I proposed that he should spend 
 a few days in the Western Highlands, before going 
 north. He consented, on condition that I should 
 accompany him. That night we went through to 
 Glasgow, and next morning started by train for 
 Greenock, a beautiful day heralding our setting 
 out. 
 
 " Is there a black Macintosh here ? " asked the 
 guard, popping his head into the carriage as we 
 were in the bustle of getting out at Greenock. 
 
 " No, we are a' red MacGregors," was the 
 reply. 
 
 This was the last joke we heard from the gay 
 party of artists who had accompanied us from 
 Glasgow— a handful of dare-devil youths, who had 
 
The Frith of Clyde. 5 
 
 smoked, and laughed, and told stories about the 
 " Paisley bodies," and even painted my companion's 
 portrait inside the crown of his hat during the brief 
 ride down from the commercial capital of Scotland. 
 And so we stood upon the quay of Greenock, with 
 all the world before us. In which of all these 
 puffing and roaring steamers should we embark ? 
 Far out before us stretched the lake-like Frith of 
 the Clyde — with a brisk breeze from the west 
 curling up its clear waters, with the hills of Rose- 
 neath and Cowal lying in a faint haze of heat, with 
 sea-gulls circling overhead, and out on the broad 
 green waters innumerable white-sailed yachts that 
 dipped to the waves as they steered their various 
 courses towards the mouths of the lochs. All 
 around the base of these distant hills we could see 
 the tiny villages — white and shining in the sun — 
 which are beloved of the Glasgow folks ; nestlings 
 of little stone villas built among the rocks and the 
 trees, and fronting such spacious views and such 
 lovely scenery as belong to no river in Europe. 
 Should we dart up the Gare Loch and see the 
 
6 Mr, Pisistratus Brown in the Highlanas. 
 
 wonders of Glen Fruin ? Or sail up the noble 
 Loch Long to the rainy regions of Arrochar and 
 the silent sides of Ben Ima? Or dive into Hell's 
 Glen, and cross over to see the preparations being 
 made for the Royal visit at Inverary Castle ? Or 
 linger about the Kyles of Bute, and forget the roar 
 of the Metropolis and the strife of Parliament in 
 the loneliness of the lovely Loch Striven ? Amid 
 the crowd of excited porters, and frantic mothers 
 with wandering families, and irate fathers who had 
 lost their fishing-rods, and amid all the hurry, and 
 roar, and distraction of whistling pipes, and 
 churning paddles, and clanging bells, it was im- 
 possible to arrive at a calm decision. And so we 
 " took that which lay nearest us," and crossed the 
 gangway, on chance, into a vessel bound for some 
 unknown destination. 
 
 ,_. And, lo ! as we stood out towards the open 
 Frith, all the wild noise died down, and the pre- 
 vailing sound was the monotonous throbbing of 
 the paddles on the calm water. Greenock herself, 
 probably the dirtiest town in this unhappy world. 
 
The Frith of Clyde. 7 
 
 began to shimmer behind a gauzy veil of sunlight ; 
 while down by Gourock, towards the point at 
 which the Cloch Lighthouse, white as a star, juts 
 out into the blue sea, the low-lying line of hills 
 grew faint and visionary. The other side of the 
 estuary was gradually becoming more distinct -, and 
 along the western side of the promontory of Rose- 
 neath (which Sir Walter Scott in the story of 
 Jeanie Deans mistakenly describes as an island) 
 we came in sight of the imposing villas, and keeps, 
 and castles, which the Glasgow merchants and 
 shipbuilders have built over the sea there, perching 
 them on plateaux of mica schist, and having them 
 well surrounded by birch, and elm, and rowan. A 
 village consisting of these cottages and castles, with 
 plenty of wood around, and a picturesque shore in 
 front, is a wondrous novelty to him who has derived 
 his notions of the seaside from the monotonous 
 sands and chalk-clifFs of the South of England. 
 Mr. Brown can find no words — not even Parlia- 
 mentary phrases — to express his profound surprise 
 and delight with this sort of watering-place. 
 
8 Mr. Pisistratus Brown in the Highlands, 
 
 " Why," he says, " they'd call those mountains 
 in my part of the country ; and there seem to be 
 lakes by the dozen that could swallow Grasmere 
 and Windermere, and never wink over it ; and 
 every man seems to have dotted down his house 
 wherever he liked on the side of the hills. Then 
 the rocky shore, with its shingle ; and the clear 
 sea-water ; and the clumps of forest stretching 
 down to the sea — why is this not known ? " 
 
 Mr. Brown, M.P., is a good deal more familiar 
 with the sloping shores of Como, and the mal- 
 odorous hotel at the foot of the Thuner See, and 
 the gay boats on the Lake of Luzern, than with the 
 meres and lochs of his native land ; and in that 
 respect he represents a much larger constituency 
 than Bourton-in-the-Marsh. However, we steam 
 into Kilcreggan and touch at Cove, and then cross 
 over to the Holy Loch, and to the small village 
 of Strone. At this point, which juts out into the 
 Frith, and commands a magnificent view south- 
 ward, with the misty peaks of Arran forming the 
 furthest sign of land. Brown puts down his foot. 
 
TJie Frith of Clyde. 9 
 
 " You shall whisk me no further/' he remarks. 
 " I mean to study this section of Paradise before 
 we continue our travels. For who knows but 
 that we may suddenly find ourselves at the 
 gates ? " 
 
 I am anxious to advertise the Argyle Hotel at 
 Strone. It is small and cleanly, and homely and 
 comfortable ; and as for its prices, they were so in- 
 significant that we cannot now recall them. Strone 
 itself is not a bustling place ; and when Mr. 
 Brown, M.P., came out to the steps of the inn, he 
 seemed to reflect for a moment as to the chances 
 of his settling down here to his great project. 
 
 "This is the very place," he remarked con- 
 fidentially, " to spend a week in, and get up some 
 subject. You know I have all those papers about 
 the salaries of Customs clerks in my bag. 
 Would you believe it, a member of the Ministry 
 spent the whole of his holidays, a year or two ago, 
 in going into this very matter. And it only needs 
 the mastery of certain details to prove the excessive 
 hardship " 
 
10 Mr, Pisistratus Brown in the Highlands, 
 
 Mr. Brown never finished the sentence. His 
 eye somehow got lost In the far distance where 
 ships were crossing the broad blue plain lying 
 between the Cloch Lighthouse and Dunoon. He 
 forgot all about Parliament. How could one 
 remember the dusky chamber, and the rows of 
 orange faces, in view of this great breadth of sea, 
 where the specks of steamers were slowly moving, 
 with a line of smoke in their wake, and In view of 
 the pleasant stretch of beach, where the clear green 
 water was plashing idly on the pebbles ? Up the 
 Holy Loch, at the mouth of which Strone stands, 
 the water lay still and blue as a sapphire, but out 
 towards the sea there was a windy greyness that 
 lost itself in the haze about Cumbrae and Bute. 
 For some considerable time the contemplative 
 member stood on the steps of the inn, as dead as 
 the Sphynx to all outward impressions ; and then, 
 slowly coming back to the world around him, he 
 found himself scanning an announcement which 
 was posted up on a board at the end of the pier. 
 It Informed us that Mr. M'Farlane was disposed 
 
The Frith of Clyde. II 
 
 to let out horses and carriages for hire. In a very- 
 few minutes thereafter we were seated in a wag- 
 gonette, and on the way to Loch Eck and Arden- 
 tinny. 
 
 Very pleasant Indeed Is the shady drive under 
 the great hills that lie above the Holy Loch ; and 
 where in all Westmoreland is there anything to 
 compare with the amphitheatre of mountains, 
 beneath which the loch narrows to a point, and 
 loses itself amid the rushes that surround the 
 mouth of the Echaig ? Of course, if we were at 
 Derwentwater or Rydal, we should point the finger 
 of scorn at all Scotch hills and lakes — such being 
 the natural consistency of the traveller. But 
 what seemed to Impress my companion most — 
 especially as we got up the valley of the Echaig, 
 and found the fresh-water Loch Eck stretching 
 out before us under its splendid panorama of 
 mountains — was the exceeding solitariness of the 
 place. Here were no fashionable hotels or parties 
 of elderly ladies being driven about in closed 
 carriages, or villas built on the site of cottages once 
 
12 Mr, Pisistratus Brown in the Highlands. 
 
 inhabited by poets. By the side of the lonely lake 
 we came to a rude little inn where the Member for 
 Bourton-in-the-Marsh and our Highland driver 
 hob-and-nobbed over a trifle of honest Lagavulin 
 whisky that had a look of peat-reek and moss- 
 water about its soft yellow hue ; and then, with 
 freshened spirits and keener pace we dashed down 
 the great and open glen that leads under the slopes 
 of Cruachan back to Loch Long. How the long 
 blue lake shone in the light as we came near it ! 
 and how green the trees were all about Ardentinny, 
 where Tannahill met the lass whose praises are 
 now sung in every Scotch village ! Here too 
 Mr. Brown, M.P., lingered awhile, remarking 
 that a cautious man never pronounced upon whisky 
 until he had tasted it twice. I think he said some- 
 thing about Sir Wilfrid Lawson — but that is not to 
 the purpose. Suffice it to add that we drove back 
 to Strone, along the level shores cif Loch Long, in 
 the calm of the evening ; and there were plover 
 whistling afar off in the twilight, and fish leaping 
 up with a splash in the quiet bays. 
 
The Frith of Clyde. 
 
 Then, having returned to the Holy Loch, Mr. 
 Brown would have dinner postponed for yet 
 another couple of hours; and we went to enjoy 
 the humble sport of deep-sea fishing. No man 
 ever died from excitement over this form of 
 amusement; but still, in the gathering darkness, 
 with the mountains around the head of the loch 
 growing of a deep purple under the clear silver- 
 grey of the twilight, it had its recompenses. And 
 by the time we hauled up anchor to row home, the 
 lights of Strone were burning like stars of gold; 
 and in the east there were a faint star or two; 
 and high over the Cloch Lighthouse — which was 
 sending a calm yellow ray over the sea — there rose 
 the faint sickle of the moon, to touch the wet 
 blades of our oars as they rose and fell. 
 
CHAPTER 11. 
 
 UP TOWARDS LOCH GOIL. 
 
 With the morning breeze blowing coolly in 
 from the sea, through an open window that showed 
 us the blue waters of the Frith, with the whiting 
 and codlings he had caught the night before now 
 lying crisp and hot on the table before him, with 
 his eye ranging over fresh cream, and excellent 
 butter, and hot rolls, Mr. Brown, M.P., would 
 have been happy enough ; but you may guess 
 his frame of mind when a letter brought us 
 both an urgent invitation to join the party on 
 board the schooner-yacht Kittiwake, then lying 
 up in Loch Shira, at the head of Loch Fyne. 
 Now the owner of the Kittiwake is also an 
 M.P. ; but he sits on the Opposition benches, and 
 during the session just closing has done his best to 
 
up towards Loch Goil. 15 
 
 vex the Government. I remind the Member for 
 Bourton-in-the-Marsh of this fact, and hint that 
 he may as w^ell be cautious about joining the 
 Kittiv^ake. 
 
 " Mr. Gladstone won't see me," he replies, with 
 a solemn wink, and in the half-whisper with v/hich 
 a boy talks of playing truant. " Besides, could 
 you get any place more fitted than a yacht for 
 beginning to study an off-subject seriously? Those 
 Customs Clerks' salaries, you know " 
 
 Some half-hour thereafter two contemplative 
 travellers might have been seen on the small 
 wooden pier of Blairmore, patiently waiting for the 
 Carrick Castle. Blairmore is a place of excessive 
 importance, for It has a telegraphic office ; and it 
 is a pretty place withal, its straggling row of cot- 
 tages lying at the foot of what we English folks 
 would call a mountain, while the bold rocks that 
 form Its shore alternate with charming little bays, 
 where the clear wavelets plash on white sand and 
 beds of pebbles. Its inhabitants, at this moment, 
 apparently consist of three men, who sit on the 
 
1 6 Mr, Pisistratus Brown in the Highlands, 
 
 rocks and bask idly in the sun ; but as the Carrick 
 Castle comes churning her way over from Kilcreg- 
 gan, other signs of life become visible. Some 
 young ladies who have been transacting business 
 in the grocery store come down to the quay in 
 full holiday-costume \ and Mr. Brown — but there 
 is no saying who may read this veracious narra- 
 tive. Suffice it to say that the Carrick Castle 
 at last arrives, with a prodigious blowing of steam 
 and noise of paddle; that we scramble on board 
 by a gangway which is almost perpendicular ; and 
 that, as we leave the quay to steam up the calm 
 and lovely waters of Loch Long, my companion 
 expresses his profound disgust to find, by re- 
 cognising certain southern accents, that he has 
 run against a batch of the inevitable tourists. 
 Though why one tourist should hate all other 
 tourists, and cherish wicked hopes that they may be 
 drowned, or run over, or smashed up in a collision; 
 and why any one traveller, abroad -or at home, 
 should think that all Europe was meant only for 
 him, and draw a miraculous distinction between 
 
up towards Loch Go'il. 17 
 
 himself and the herd, is a problem which the 
 British Association would fail to solve. 
 
 Once more we pass the half-dozen cottages 
 that form the pretty village of Ardentinny, and 
 then before us open out the northern stretches 
 of Loch Long, with vast ranges of mountains 
 rising beyond into the pale blue sky. Nowhere, 
 perhaps, in all the West Highlands is there to be 
 found so much variety of mountain outline as in 
 this splendid group of hills — some of them low, 
 and smooth, and undulating, with their patches of 
 bracken and heather become as soft as velvet under 
 the warm midday light — others more lofty, but still 
 round and flowing in outline, with immense fir- 
 forests stretching to their summit, and woolly 
 fragments of cloud clinging here and there to the 
 trees — and beyond these again serrated peaks, as 
 blue and sharp as the outline of Arran when the 
 island grows dark before a storm. To-day we 
 have every variety of effect, as there are huge 
 masses of white cloud slowly drifting over from 
 the western sea 5 and now it is the knobbly heights 
 
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1 8 Mr. Pisistratus Brown in the Highlands, 
 
 of "Argyll's Bowling-green," and now it is the 
 peaks of the Cobbler and Ben Ima, and again the 
 far hills that stretch over to Loch Lomond that 
 catch the dark blue shadows and brighten up again 
 as the clouds pass. 
 
 That mountainous promontory which has been 
 grimly called "Argyll's Bowling-green," cuts the 
 upper portion of Loch Long into two branches; 
 and the more picturesque of these two, Loch Goil, 
 runs up between the hills for a matter of eight or 
 ten miles. In summer-time nothing could be 
 more still and beautiful than this little loch, when 
 the woods, and crags, and mountains on both sides 
 of it are reflected in its dark-blue mirror; but in 
 winter-time storms rage in this tea-cup sufficient 
 to account for its title of " the black Loch Goil." 
 If this is the Loch Goil that swallowed up Lord 
 Ullin^s daughter and her lover, it must have been 
 in the dead of winter that the Chief of Ulva's Isle 
 stole away his bride from her angry father. There 
 is another Loch Goil in Scotland, it is true ; but 
 popular will has assigned the scene of Campbell's 
 
up towards Loch Go'il. 19 
 
 tragic ballad to the deep and twisted lake that, in 
 summer at least, lies placidly under the mighty 
 shadows of Ben-an-Cruach and Ben Bheulah. 
 
 On a rock that juts out into the loch stand the 
 shattered ruins of Carrick Castle (after which our 
 bright little steamer is named), a building which 
 must have proved a powerful stronghold in the old 
 days when rapine and slaughter devastated those 
 silent glens at the bidding of rival chiefs. But 
 these Highland solitudes are fast becoming peopled 
 — in the summer-time, at least — by the pushing 
 and industrious Saxon, who saves up his money in 
 Glasgow, and then comes down here to build a 
 cottage, or a villa, or a castle — as his means and 
 tastes suggest — at the foot of the mountains. The 
 Gaelic-speaking population have become shep- 
 herds, fishermen, boatmen, and so forth 5 while 
 there are in every village a number of inhabitants 
 who have no ostensible occupation, but eke out a 
 living by doing odd jobs in gardening or game- 
 keeping for the Lowland or English visitor. Yet 
 these Highland folks retain many of the tradi- 
 
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20 Mr. Pisistratus Brown i?i the Highlands. 
 
 tional characteristics of their race. They are 
 hospitable, courteous, and quick In apprehension ; 
 while even the poorest of them have a certain 
 self-respect and Independence which Is very dif- 
 ferent from certain peculiarities of our agricultural 
 labourer. Ask a shepherd to show you the way 
 if you happen to get lost among the hills, and he 
 will walk a couple of miles to do so; he will 
 accept a glass of whisky gravely, and sit down 
 with you to converse about matters in general, and 
 especially about a son of the Duke having married 
 a daughter of the Queen ; but In a few minutes he 
 will have convinced the stranger that It would be 
 impossible to offer him a shilling. But this inde- 
 pendence and sense of equality — which Is no 
 assumption, but the natural habit of men who are 
 unaccustomed to the social distinctions of cities — 
 gets sadly impaired along the route that tourists, 
 and, above all, English tourists, frequent. There 
 the Highlander not unfrequently becomes a sort of 
 Red Indian — greedy, cunning, obsequious, and 
 given to copious drinking. Taking the bad with 
 
up towards Loch Goil. 21 
 
 the good, however, the Highlanders are a fine race ; 
 and some — among them, I should think, Mr. 
 Matthew Arnold — will regret that those Celtic 
 tribes are being from day to day pushed farther 
 back into the mountains, instead of holding their 
 own and tempering Saxon civilization with their 
 non-commercial virtues and their poetic and imagi- 
 native habit of mind. 
 
 When we landed at the little village of Loch- 
 goilhead, and walked along the curve of the shore 
 to Miss Baird's Inn, Mr. Brown once more put 
 down his foot. He would not budge — Kittiwake 
 or no Kittiwake. 
 
 " Who knows when I may be here again ? " he 
 asked (for it is said he has some dark notion of 
 being appointed the governor of an unpronounce- 
 able island in the^Pacific), " and do you think I am 
 going to leave a spot like this without seeing it, 
 merely because a man offers me a berth in a yacht ? 
 Besides, I must put those papers in order before 
 going on board, you know ^' 
 
 Mr. Brown did not touch the papers. Some 
 
22 Mr. Pisistratus Brown in the Highlands. 
 
 half-hour after luncheon, when he had sat and 
 gazed down the loch, and admired the shadows of 
 the mountains and clouds that mingled with the 
 green rushes at the head of the lake, the spirit of 
 the mountaineer arose in him, and nothing would 
 do but an ascent of the highest hill in the neigh- 
 bourhood. Accordingly we set out for the summit 
 of Ben Donich, following for a time the course of a 
 small river that comes tumbling in white and brown 
 masses down a rocky channel. It was a tedious 
 and laborious ascent, but when, after two hours' 
 constant climbing, we stood by the heap of stones 
 on the bare and windy top, the view amply repaid 
 us. All around lay a magnificent panorama of 
 mountains — on the north especially, they seemed to 
 be huddled against each other like mighty waves 
 that had been suddenly petrified ; while far away 
 in the south lay the broad waters of the Frith 
 and the open sea, with a network of lochs, and 
 islands, and promontories between. We sat there 
 so long and so silent that a mountain-hare came out 
 from its hiding, and then, catching sight of us. 
 
up towards Loch Goil, 23 
 
 darted like lightning over the scant grass and the 
 rocks. As we turned to descend, the hills west of 
 Loch Fyne were growing purple under a pale 
 yellow sunset ; and Loch Goil, beneath our feet, 
 lay still and grey under the dark shadows of Ben 
 Bheulah and Ben-an-Lochan. Indeed, when we 
 got down to the village, night had fallen ; but it 
 was the clear, pale-green night that in those high 
 latitudes is only a twilight. We sate down to 
 dinner when most of the inhabitants of Lochgoil- 
 head had doubtless got to bed j and thereafter we 
 discussed, over a small beaker of the wine of the 
 country, our plans for the morrow. 
 
 " The coach that goes through Hell's Glen to 
 Loch Fyne does not start till one o'clock, " re- 
 marked the Member for Bourton-in-the-Marsh, 
 " and before then I shall have time to take a look 
 at those comparative scales of salaries." 
 
CHAPTER III. 
 
 THROUGH hell's GLEN. 
 
 A WILD morning of rain, and wind, and driving 
 mist had broken over Loch Goil and its amphi- 
 theatre of hills 5 and when Mr. Brown, M.P., 
 looked out of his bedroom window he scarcely 
 recognised the place. The loch was a plain of 
 stormy grey, with white-tipped waves rushing up ; 
 Carrick Castle had disappeared as completely as 
 if the Athol men had finished their work and 
 swept it into the sea -, while the great clouds of 
 mist that came over from the west worked such 
 wonders with the hills, that Ben Bheulah and Ben- 
 an-Lochan seemed playing at hide-and-seek behind 
 the vast white veil. But as the morning wore on 
 a brief glimmer of sunshine broke out between the 
 showers 3 and at length, while the clouds seemed 
 
Through HeUs Glen. 25 
 
 to gather themselves up in black and thunderous 
 masses over the entrance to Hell's Glen, a great 
 splatch of blue appeared in the sky, and corre- 
 sponding dashes of colour began to show on the 
 lake. And then, across the bars of sunshine, the 
 steamer came slowly up the loch ; and as the 
 noise of the funnel broke on the silence of the 
 place, we made our way down towards the pier to 
 catch one of the two coaches. 
 
 Behold us now perched on the box-seat of a 
 huge vehicle, that has a team of five horses to draw 
 it up and over the mountain-pass that lies between 
 Lochgoilhead and Loch Fyne. Whether this 
 gorge was called Hell's Glen by reason of the wild 
 and rugged nature of its scenery, or on account of 
 the intense heat that the mountains reflect down 
 into its depths, it is hard to say j but at all events 
 the whole place is haunted with legends of Satan, 
 and a surly old gentleman who used to live in a 
 solitary farm here came to be known as the devil 
 himself. Shortly after leaving Lochgoilhead the 
 road through the pass begins to ascend, and leads 
 
26 Mr. Pisistratus Brown in the Highlands. 
 
 by the side of a rocky ravine, down which a 
 powerful stream thunders night and day. In front 
 of us the mountains seem to form a gigantic 
 barrier, but gradually we catch a glimpse of a 
 white road far up the side of a distant hill ; and as 
 the horses seem to have plenty to do, the road 
 being rather heavy, we all get out and set out to 
 climb up a short cut — a wet and slippery footpath, 
 which leads through tangled oak, and willow, and 
 birch. Away on the right of us glimmers the road 
 that leads to Glencroe and that " Rest-and-be- 
 thankful," on which Wordsworth wrote a sonnet 
 and Lord Russell built up an oratorical illustration. 
 Higher and still higher rises the road — while we 
 occasionally overtake and occasionally lag behind, 
 the painfully toiling coach ; while the mountains in 
 front are continually changing their aspect under 
 the breezy sky. And at last, when we have nearly 
 got to the end of the giant pass — the road on which 
 we stand being itself 2,400 feet above the level of 
 the sea — lo ! at our feet we suddenly find the whole 
 length of Loch Fyne, with its wooded hills shim- 
 
Through Heirs Glen, 27 
 
 mering greenly in the sun, and the small steamer at 
 St. Catherine's waiting to take us across. We are 
 still a few miles from the loch ; but up on this 
 height the broad shoulders of wild moorland that 
 slope down to the water are as nothing ; and we 
 feel ourselves already opposite Inverary, and the 
 grey castle of the Duke, that seems but a speck 
 among the trees, and the bold front of Duniquoich, 
 with its watch-tower perched high on the bare rock. 
 The descent from this pinnacle to St. Catherine's 
 will never be forgotten by anyone who has sat on 
 the box-seat of the coach. To drive a four-in- 
 hand along Piccadilly and through the Park, and 
 up again by Kensington-gore, seems to the unini- 
 tiated a comparatively safe and easy performance j 
 but to take a team of five horses at full gallop down 
 a steep mountain road, which has sharp turns in it, 
 and an occasional narrow stone bridge that spans a 
 chasm, is a very different matter. And as Mr. 
 Brown felt himself getting through the air at an 
 alarming rate of speed, he became silent. He 
 had been talking Parliamentary rapture about the 
 
28 Mr. Pisistratus Brown in the Highlands. 
 
 view 5 but now his face was fixed as that of 
 Memnon, and he only turned his eyes from the necks 
 of the five horses in front of him to the pile of 
 trunks behind him, which threatened to come 
 down and nip his head off as a girl might nip off a 
 rosebud. 
 
 " Do you sometimes let a horse down ? " he said 
 at length, in a timid way, to the driver. 
 
 " Sometimes," was the grim reply. 
 
 " But, as a rule, they are sure-footed, eh ? " 
 
 " Oo aye, as a rule; but a horse is no infallible, 
 ony mair than a man." 
 
 Mr. Brown said nothing, but held firmly on, as 
 the coach, and luggage, and passengers swung 
 round the corners of bridges, or dipped into the 
 hollows of the road. But when we finally got 
 down to the shore, and stopped at St. Catherine's 
 Mr. Brown descended, shook himself, and came 
 forward with a very different look on his face. He 
 was quite cheerful now. He spoke of the drive in 
 a familiar and airy way, and asked if we had not 
 " come a cracker " down that hill. 
 
Through HeWs Glen. 29 
 
 " I should not like to have brought those horses 
 down," he said, critically scanning the team. 
 " With a pair, you know, it would have been 
 difFerent." 
 
 Right opposite us now lay the straggling white 
 houses of Inverary, and the handsome clumps of 
 trees around the Duke of Argyll's castle, and the 
 mouth of the little armlet of Loch Fyne that is 
 known as Loch Shira. 
 
 " And there, as I live, is the Kittiwake coming 
 over for us," remarked Mr. Brown, pointing to a 
 handsome little cutter of about 30 tons that was 
 running across the loch before a westerly breeze. 
 I ventured to suggest to Mr. Brown — who is 
 much more familiar with the forms of the House 
 than with nautical matters — that schooner-yachts 
 have, as a rule, two masts, and that this little 
 cutter cannot fairly be suspected of measuring 60 
 tons. 
 
 " Ah, to be sure," said Mr. Brown carelessly. 
 " I was thinking of something else — of those 
 Customs clerks' papers, you know. I really 
 
30 Mr. Pisistratus Brown in the Highlands. 
 
 forgot all about them this morning. But there will 
 be plenty of time on board the yacht." 
 
 We crossed over Loch Fyne to Inverary in the 
 little steamer that was waiting at the pier ; and, as 
 luck would have it, discovered the owner of the 
 Kittiwake in the inn at which we begged for some 
 lunch. The member for the ancient and historical 
 borough of Slow, in Somersetshire, is a tall, bluff, 
 rosy-cheeked gentleman, with a tremendous laugh, 
 a fine belief in Conservative principles, and a 
 knowledge of shooting and yachting which the 
 editor of a sporting paper might envy. His name 
 is Weyland, and he is the colonel of a Volunteer 
 regiment. He is great in the House between half- 
 past four and five ; for he has the art of asking 
 the Government the most vexatious conundrums, 
 which no Minister can answer. We receive a 
 boisterous and hearty welcome j and then says Mr. 
 Brown — 
 
 " Wasn't it here that Dr. Johnson asked for a 
 gill of whisky, to find out what made a Scotchman 
 happy ? " 
 
Through Hell's Glen. 31 
 
 The hint was enough ; and the steward of the 
 Kittiwake, who was in attendance, was ordered to 
 bring in, for testing purposes, a jar of whisky that 
 had just been purchased in the inn. Warmed with 
 a moderate quantity of that fiery fluid, Mr. 
 Brown's reminiscences came thickly on him. 
 
 " Didn't Captain Dalgetty visit this place ? And 
 there are herrings here, I know. And didn't 
 Burns come to this very inn, or some other inn, 
 and write on the window — 
 
 Whoe'er he be that sojourns here, 
 
 I pity much his case, 
 Unless he's come to wait upon 
 
 The lord their god his grace. 
 There's nothing here but Hieland pride, 
 
 Hieland cauld and hunger : 
 If Providence has sent me here, 
 
 'T was surely in his anger. 
 
 But what will the people say when the Queen 
 comes .? And— and — Weylanjd, old fellow, you're 
 looking first rate." 
 
 Mr. Brown, indeed, was in excellent spirits 
 as we started for a walk up to the castle that 
 was then expected to receive a Royal visit. The 
 
32 Mr. Pishtratus Brown in the Highlands. 
 
 building itself is not an architectural marvel — being 
 a plain, square mass of grey chlorite-slate, with a 
 tower at each corner, and a tall winged pavilion 
 rising over the centre. But the position and 
 surroundings of Inverary Castle are singularly 
 beautiful. The rivers Aray and Shira brawl down 
 from the mountains along rocky channels that 
 come through dense woods, and are hanging with 
 masses of ferns and wild flowers -, the grounds 
 around the castle are intersected by magnificent 
 avenues of elms and limes, that have made many 
 a fine perspective for the photograph ; and the 
 building itself, from the summit of a smooth 
 plateau, faces the blue waters and steep hills of 
 Loch Shira and Loch Fyne, and on the left, the 
 bold peak of Duniquoich, that seems to keep 
 guard over the far and unseen deer-haunts of 
 Ardkinglas. 
 
 Thereafter we walked leisurely up and along the 
 margin of Loch Shira, to the little bay in which 
 the Kittiwake lay at anchor, her sails furled, and 
 her graceful spars mirrored accurately on the still 
 
Through HelTs Glen. 33 
 
 surface beneath. Mr. Brown was in such a gay- 
 humour, that he volunteered to steer the pinnace 
 which was sent ashore for us; and the post of 
 honour was wiUingly accorded to him. It seemed 
 to one, at least, of the party whom he thus con- 
 ducted, that he made one or two preliminary pulls 
 with the ropes, to see which way the boat's head 
 would turn; but all the same, we got safely 
 towards the neighbourhood of the yacht, and then 
 our coxswain wisely allowed the men to get up to 
 the gangway by the manipulation of the oars. A 
 proud man he was as he stepped on the white 
 deck and looked around him on the trim and 
 bright vessel, on the calm bosom of the lake, and 
 the fair scenery around. His arms were crossed 
 as are those of Dan O'Connell in the lobby of the 
 Reform Club ; and he appeared ready to burst out 
 with a noble quotation from Sir Walter Scott. It 
 would have been the deepest cruelty to hint that 
 the Customs clerks were wearying for that reform 
 in their salaries which he had privately undertaken 
 to secure. 
 
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CHAPTER IV. 
 
 DOWN LOCH FYNE. 
 
 When on the following morning Mr. Pislstratus 
 Brown, M.P., came up on deck, no words could 
 convey his surprise and delight with the comforts 
 and luxuries of the Kittiwake. The Ingenious 
 manner in which use had been made of every 
 corner ; the pretty decorations in the saloon ; the 
 excellence of the meats and drinks that Weyland's 
 steward had placed before us for supper — all were 
 matter of enthusiastic encomium; but the climax of 
 his praise was reached in describing how he found 
 an elegant little wash-hand basin and a veritable 
 fresh-water pipe in his bedroom. Here a shout of 
 laughter was heard, and the Member for Slow put 
 his head above the companion-ladder. 
 
 " Well, whatever you may call it," said Mr. 
 
Down Loch Fyne, 35 
 
 Brown, with some natural irritation, " it is a bed- 
 room. I don't care whether it's a hatchway, or a 
 tarpaulin, or a jib-boom, so long as I get a com 
 fortable night's rest in it." 
 
 However, Mr. Brown soon began to pick up 
 nautical phrases, and he could scarcely be per- 
 suaded to go below for breakfast, so interested was 
 he in seeing the men get the Kittiwake under 
 weigh. Indeed, no one spent much time over that 
 meal, for we were all anxious to have a final look 
 at Inverary. And so, when we again went on deck, 
 we found the large white sails of the Kittiwake 
 bending over before a gentle breeze, and as we 
 bore down the blue waters of Loch Fyne, Inverary, 
 and the grey castle, and the noble avenues of trees 
 went slowly past us in a moving panorama. The 
 mountains up by the head of the loch were still 
 dim and misty, and away towards the deer-forests 
 of Ardkinglas grey swathes of cloud still hung 
 about the hills ; but round about us the sun-light 
 was clear and warm, striking on the breezy blue of 
 the lake, on the white stretch of shore, and on the 
 
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36 Mr. Pisistratus Brown in the Highlands, 
 
 woods that were still green and moist with the 
 dews of the night. 
 
 " If I were the Duke of Argyll," said the Mem- 
 ber for Bourton-In-the-Marsh, as he pensively re- 
 garded the beautiful picture formed by the semi- 
 circular head of the loch, with Inverary Castle 
 nestling under the woods and hills, " do you think 
 I'd spend night after night in that melancholy hall 
 listening to toothless old gentlemen mumbling inco- 
 herent speeches that the country doesn't care two- 
 pence about " 
 
 " I wish youM speak with more respect of the 
 House of Lords," said the Member for Slow 
 warmly. " Whatever the country may think, 
 mind you, these men are doing their best for it, 
 when they might, If they chose, be fishing in Nor- 
 way, or enjoying themselves on the Mediterranean, 
 or skylarking among these lochs, just like you and 
 me, who have no business here whatever." 
 
 " I have only to say," remarked Mr. Brown, 
 with some suspicion of reserve and coldness in his 
 manner, " that I am not neglecting my duties 
 
Down Loch Fyne, 37 
 
 voluntarily. When I think of the Ministry and 
 my fellow-members continually sitting up till three 
 or four o'clock in the morning in this weather, I 
 should be ashamed to find myself here if I had not 
 definite instructions from my doctor." 
 
 Here the Conservative Member was rude 
 enough to wink ; and one of our party, a large and 
 good-natured Glasgow bailie, broke into a horse- 
 laugh. 
 
 "Besides,'^ continued Mr. Brown, taking no 
 heed of the interruption, " a private member may 
 do more good to his country by taking a brief 
 holiday in order to study a certain subject, than by 
 merely remaining to form a unit in a ' mechanical ' 
 majority that is already big enough. I have at this 
 moment downstairs — well, I suppose I must say 
 ' below ' — papers on a financial topic which 
 deserves, and even demands, serious consideration. 
 The salaries of Government officials form a subject 
 which requires careful scrutiny ; and how can you 
 give it more time and attention than by taking a 
 short holiday ? " 
 
38 Mr. Pisistratus Brown in the Highlands. 
 
 " I suppose you've found out that some police- 
 clerk has I2s. 6d. a year more than he should 
 have," said the Member for Slow, w^ith a prodigious 
 grin ; and then, putting aside the quarrel, he asked 
 Mr. Brown whether he preferred the Campbeltown 
 or the Islay distilleries. Mr. Brown replied in 
 favour of Lagavulin ; and the political discussion 
 was adjourned " sine die until the afternoon." 
 
 As we opened out the successive bays and head- 
 lands formed by the undulating shores of Cowal, the 
 full stretch of Loch Fyne came broadly into view, 
 until far in the south we could see the bold line 
 of rocky clIfF that runs down from Tarbert to 
 Skipness, and beyond that again the pale blue 
 mountains of Arran, showing a jagged and faint 
 outline against the sky. No plan of our cruise 
 had been as yet accurately decided upon ; and 
 It was left for Mr. Brown to say whether we 
 should go through the Crinan Canal and take 
 a trip to Oban, or go for a preliminary run 
 through the Kyles of Bute and thereafter round 
 by Arran, Cantire, and Islay. He decided on the 
 
Down Loch Fyne. 39 
 
 former, but insisted in the first place that we 
 should have an opportunity of seeing one of the 
 fleets of Loch Fyne fishing-boats setting out, which 
 he had heard was a most picturesque sight. It 
 was acccordlngly arranged that we should anchor 
 in Loch Gilp for that day, and not attempt to go 
 through the Crinan until the following morning. 
 So it happened that we got down to Ardrishaig, at 
 the end of the Crinan Canal, about mid-day ; and 
 when the yacht had been properly moored we went 
 ashore to see the lona come in with her cargo of 
 tourists bound for the North. 
 
 When the stately steamer at length showed her 
 two red funnels coming round the point, Mr. 
 Brown hastened down to the pier, apparently with 
 the notion that he might meet some friend from 
 the South. But when the small and hurrying 
 crowd bustled out of the boat, and struggled 
 through the swarm of bare-footed boys anxious 
 to carry their luggage for them, they were found 
 to be all strangers, and Mr. Brown regarded them 
 as they walked up to the small steamer on the 
 
40 Mr, Plsistratus Brown in the Highlands. 
 
 canal, with a look of profound compassion. Yet 
 why should tourists be regarded as strange and 
 unhappy beings, whom one should regard with 
 sympathy ? There was nothing mournful in the pro- 
 cession of people who carried their hand-bags, and 
 top-coats, and umbrellas, and what not, and who 
 seemed to regard the little steamer on the canal 
 as a mere toy after their acquaintance with the 
 spacious and handsome lona. We saw the poor 
 creatures off. Somehow they seemed to be away 
 from home. They were going out into that wild 
 western region where the Atlantic waves roll in 
 among lonely islands ; and we half feared they 
 might never return to the South, or that they 
 might experience rain or some other dire evil. 
 As for ourselves, we v/ere going through the 
 Crinan, too ; but we should be quite at home, and 
 were certain to enjoy it. 
 
 A fine sight it was, that setting out of the 
 herring fleet in the yellow afternoon, with the 
 bronzed and varnished hulls of the boats shinins: 
 like so many spots of brownish red on the calm 
 
Down Loch Fyne, 41 
 
 blue of the lake. Here, too, were none of the 
 tattered and pot-bellied fishermen of Brighton^ 
 living on occasional hauls of mackerel and occa- 
 sional shillings got from visitors — but crews or 
 lithe and stalwart men, big-boned and spare-fleshed, 
 who plied the enormous oars with a swing and 
 ease that told of splendid physiques, hard exercise, 
 and tolerably good living. The wind had entirely 
 gone down, and the various boats that left the 
 harbour in straggling groups formed a strange 
 sort of picturesque regatta, their oars scarcely 
 troubling that still plain of blue. Here and there 
 a brown sail hung half-mast high, just in case 
 a slight breeze might be got at the mouth of the 
 Bay ; but each boat had its four enormous oars 
 regularly rising and falling as they all drew away 
 from us. And we could hear the laugh and jest 
 come across the still water, as two of the boats 
 would get within speaking distance ; and now and 
 again a verse of some shrill Gaelic song would 
 float towards us, the notes of it keeping time to the 
 oars. The further the boats drew out towards 
 
42 Mr, Pisistratus Brown in the Highlands. 
 
 the broad bosom of the loch, the deeper grew their 
 colour under the warm and level light of the sun, 
 until many of them seemed like rose-coloured 
 buoys placed far out on that smooth plain. And 
 then, as they reached a line of darker water on the 
 loch, we could see them one by one run up the 
 broad brown sail to catch the light breeze. And 
 while we still sat and wondered how they would 
 spend the long and dark night, and what songs 
 would be sung by the side of the stove, and whether 
 rain would compel them to make the sail into a 
 tent, and what sort of take they would bring home 
 with them in the cold grey hours of the dawn, lo ! 
 the boats had disappeared as if by magic, and 
 there was nothing before us but the far and desolate 
 shores of Cowal. 
 
 We had a pleasant evening in the snug little 
 saloon of the Kittiwake ; and Mr. Brown for once 
 postponed the consideration of the Customs clerks' 
 grievance in order to stake sixpences at loo 
 (limited). And then, as he departed to his state- 
 room (having won the price of a box of cigars, or 
 
Dotun Loch Fyne. 43 
 
 thereabouts), he informed us that on the next day 
 he would show us all how to detect the presence 
 of water-hens. 
 
 " Cras^ to-morrow, iterabimus^ we sail, ingens 
 aquor^ through the Crinan Canal." 
 
 These were his parting words ; and they were 
 very fairly pronounced. 
 
CHAPTER V. 
 
 THROUGH THE CRINAN. 
 
 What is a canal ? The ordinary answer would 
 be, a narrow and monotonous channel filled with 
 a yellow fluid, that connects disagreeable places, 
 and is the medium of a cheap and unpicturesque 
 traffic. The dull-hued snake that winds about our 
 manufacturing towns, that lies amid coal-dust and 
 the refuse of factories, is, if possible, a more 
 hideous thing than the melancholy suburbs around 
 it. But there are canals and canals j and up here 
 in Argyleshire a canal becomes a succession of 
 clear little lochs, connected by a line of artificial 
 channel that runs through the most charming 
 scenery, and has its banks laden with trees, and 
 bushes, and tangled masses of wild flowers. Here 
 the small Highlander angles with a bent pin for 
 
Through the Crinan. 45 
 
 fish that he can see down in the cool, clear depths 5 
 here the water-hen hides in the sedges, or sails 
 out on the calm surface to call her young together. 
 As you walk along the grassy banks every hundred 
 yards produces a new picture — from the moment 
 you leave the blue sweep of Loch Gilp behind 
 until you come in sight of Loch Crinan and the 
 wild rocks that guard the harbour from the force 
 of the western sea. On your right hand stretches 
 a far plain, that is varied with stream, and 
 wood, and rock ; on your left the peaks of the 
 Knapdale mountains are shut off by a range of 
 hills that almost overshadow the canal, and are 
 clad in all the verdure of bracken, and moss, and 
 young oak and birch. You can hear the mur- 
 muring of streams in the deep little glens that are 
 cloven in their side ; and you can hear the call of 
 the blackcock far up on the heathery knolls that 
 shine in rosy purple under the fierce light of the 
 midday sun. The small lakes that are strung 
 Hke pearls on the lithe band of the canal are 
 wonders of loveliness ; and if you can only manage 
 
46 Mr, Pisistratus Brown in the Highlands, 
 
 to escape the passage of the steamer you may forget 
 that this is a canal, and find yourself lost in the 
 utter loneliness of Highland scenery. 
 
 There is every facility, too, for the stranger to 
 enjoy the walk from Loch Gilp to Loch Crinan -, 
 for towards the western side of the canal there 
 are fifteen locks, and as the whole distance is 
 only nine miles, one has ample time to get to 
 Crinan on foot. Indeed, when we had seen the 
 Kittiwake started on her voyage, we took no more 
 thought of her, and speedily lost sight of her. 
 Mr. Brown's parting with her was almost 
 pathetic 3 he had acquired such a tenderness for 
 the yacht as men get for favourite horses that have 
 served them well. 
 
 " She looks like a queen taken captive,'' he 
 said, as they began to drag her ignominiously 
 along. " I suppose when we see her in Loch 
 Crinan, she will have her sails up again and be 
 something like herself — freshening herself up, as 
 it were, for her northward flight. And we shall 
 see Jura, shall we not ? — and Scarba, and Corry- 
 
Through the Crinan. 47 
 
 vreckan, and Colonsay ? I declare to you, all last 
 night, as the yacht lay and rolled in the ripple of 
 the bay, it seemed to keep time to that old ballad 
 about the Chief of Colonsay. You know how it 
 goes — 
 
 As you pass through Jura's Sound. ' 
 Bend your course by Scarba's shore, 
 
 Shun, oh ! shun the gulf profound, 
 Where Corryvreckan's surges roar. 
 
 Wouldn't the house rise to a quotation Hke that 
 — say that you were warning the Government 
 against courting Opposition cheers " — and here the 
 Member for Bourton-in-the-Marsh unconsciously 
 paused j but his arm was still uplifted, and he 
 gazed into blank space, as if his glittering eye had 
 in reality seized the Treasury Bench and pinned 
 Mr. Gladstone there. 
 
 We were fortunate enough to miss the swarm 
 of bare-footed young Celts who haunt the passen- 
 gers by the steamer, and oiFer to transact business 
 in milk and hazel-nuts. We only met one of 
 them — a small maiden of six or seven, with sun 
 
48 Mr. Pisistratus Brown in the Highlands. 
 
 tanned arms and feet, and hair so prodigiously fair 
 as to be almost white. It was at the Carn- 
 baan Inn — a convenient resting-place at the 
 beginning of the series of locks. Mr. Brown, 
 obeying a maxim of his medical adviser — " Where- 
 ever you travel, the safest drink is the vln du 
 pays^'^ — had refreshed himself with a modest quan- 
 tity of the Lagavulin he had grown to love, and 
 was just coming out of the inn when that 
 " kleine Marketenderin " came forward with a 
 little tin jug in her hand, and said with the pe- 
 culiar Highland inflexion that distinguishes North 
 from South Scotland, " Are ye for any nits, sir ? " 
 Mr. Brown looked at the small and timid 
 merchant, and said, " My little girl, I don't know 
 what you say ; but you are too pretty a little 
 girl to have no shoes and stockings, [and so you 
 will take this half-sovereign to your mother and 
 tell her to buy you some." 
 
 Remonstrance with Mr. Brown, A-l.?., about 
 this preposterous action was of no avail. It was 
 useless to point out to him that he was corrupting 
 
Through the Crlnan. 49 
 
 a hardy and independent population ; that all over 
 the Highlands the children enjoyed the freedom and 
 health of running about with bare feet and legs ; 
 and that this small girl was being transformed 
 from a merchant into a pauper. He folded up the 
 coin in a piece of paper, and bade her put it in her 
 pocket. Then in the most natural way in the 
 world, she held out the jugful of hazel-nuts in 
 return. The Member for Bourton-in-the-Marsh 
 looked puzzled. He might have answered off- 
 hand a conundrum about the Babs of Persia, 
 or even accepted at a moment's notice the com- 
 mand of an iron-clad, but he could not for the 
 life of him tell what to do with two handfuls of 
 green nuts. Yet there was a principle at stake : 
 he was forced to take them. Finally he bethought 
 himself of his hat : and so it befell that, until we 
 were well out of sight of that little Highland 
 woman, a member of the Imperial Legislature of 
 this country walked with a hatful of nuts in his 
 hand, while an almost vertical sun was pouring 
 down its fiercest rays on his bald head. 
 
 £ 
 
50 Mr. Ptststratus Brown in the Highlands. 
 
 Weyland, M.P. for Slow, and two other mem- 
 bers of our party, had gone on during this ex- 
 citing adventure j and we eventually found them 
 sitting in dead silence behind a group of tall bushes, 
 opposite a part of the canal where there were 
 abundant rushes on the other side. Weyland had 
 in his hand a large black air-cane; the Glasgow 
 bailie was regarding rather timorously a saloon 
 pistol. Mr. Brown became quite excited. 
 
 " You just watch me bring a moor-hen out. I 
 will undertake to bring a moor-hen out in ten 
 minutes from these rushes, and as many water- 
 rats as you like from the bank there — for half-a- 
 sovereign I will." 
 
 " It is rather a mean way of making up your 
 losses by generosity," I remark; and then Mr. 
 Brown creeps up on tiptoe to the bushes. His 
 finger is on his lips. He sits down with an awful 
 air of compressed energy on his face; and then, 
 in the stillness, he begins his performance. Since 
 the days of Herr Von Joel — those happy days 
 when songs, and glees, and choruses had not been 
 
Through the Crinan. 51 
 
 supplanted by acrobats and ventriloquists — no man 
 has Imitated the call of a bird as Mr. Brown now 
 succeeds In doing. It is marvellous. We almost 
 feel ourselves becoming moor-hens under the 
 process. Only the real moor-hens do not seem to 
 appear. Through chinks in the leaves we scan 
 the dense rushes ; but there Is no sign of that half- 
 domestic wild fowl, whose yellow bill and bobbing 
 head and white cleft tail are alike familiar to 
 English rivers and to Scotch moorlands. But lo ! 
 as if by magic another bird bobs up in the middle 
 of the water, some distance further down. "A 
 dabchick! " is the mental exclamation of every one, 
 and stealthily the smooth black tube that Weyland 
 holds is pointed through the leaves. There is a 
 sharp click, a splash in the water, and the next 
 moment the dabchick is lying on the surface of the 
 canal. Its legs uppermost. 
 
 " You've spoilt your chance of getting a water- 
 hen all for that miserable dabchick," said Mr. 
 Brown, with som^e irritation. 
 
 " That miserable dabchick ! " cried Weyland, 
 
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52 Mr, Pisistratus Brown in the Highlands. 
 
 " You can take the breast of this dabchick, 
 and give it to your lady-love to wear for your 
 sake J but what could you do with a water-hen ? 
 Four-and twenty of them could hardly flavour a 
 steak-pie ; and then ketchup would do it as 
 well." 
 
 " I should have had a moor-hen out in another 
 minute," said Mr. Brown. 
 
 " Never mind," said the Opposition Member; 
 " you can work the charm another time." 
 
 Mr. Brown soon recovered from his disappoint- 
 ment, and began to talk enthusiastically of all that 
 we were to see and do when we had got out to 
 the wilder islands in the west. He had vague 
 plans for testing the flesh of various sea-fowl, to 
 judge whether the home-produce of this country 
 might not extend its area, and an addition be made 
 to the food of the poor. Then he bethought him 
 of making a collection of stuffed birds, all of his 
 own killing, ranging from the lordly solan down to 
 the sea-lark. 
 
 " We shall have abundance of time," he re- 
 
Through the Cr'man. 53 
 
 marked confidentially, " once we have got rid of 
 these obstructions ; and you will see how I shall 
 knock ofF that business connected with the 
 grievances of the Customs clerks. I should be 
 ashamed of having postponed the matter so long, 
 but that the delay was unavoidable. How could 
 one get up statistics, and make comparisons of 
 tables, when we had all the bother of getting 
 through the canal before us ? Nobody would 
 expect one to carry a bundle of papers nine miles, 
 and sit down to work by the side of the road, could 
 they ? I don't think I neglect my duty any more 
 than anybody else. I am sure I don't — 1 am the 
 last man in the world to do so. But you've got to 
 draw the line somewhere, and humour Nature, and 
 temper mental work by physical exercise, or where 
 would you be ? " 
 
 Mr. Brown spoke in quite an appeahng and 
 almost injured tone, which was quite unnecessary. 
 Anybody who knows the inhabitants of Bourton- 
 in-the-Marsh is aware that not for worlds would 
 they change their representative ; and as for the 
 
54 ^r. Pisistratus Brown in the Highlands. 
 
 Customs clerks, they are so accustomed to waiting 
 that they won't mind. 
 
 Towards the afternoon we v/ere overtaken by 
 the gaily-painted little screw steamer that trans- 
 fers travellers going North from the lona to the 
 kindred vessel lying at Crinan. As we reached 
 that small port, which nestles in a corner of a 
 rocky bay, the great steamer had sailed away 
 towards Oban, and the Kittiwake was lying out at 
 anchor. When we had got on board, Mr. Brown 
 went to the bow and surveyed the prospect. There 
 was rather a lowering sky in the West ; but the 
 gloom only heightened the wild and vague look of 
 the rocks and islands lying out in the western sea, 
 with the dusky peaks of Jura lying dov/n in the 
 South. All manner of sea-birds were visible ; from 
 the familiar gull that circled overhead, to the lonely 
 heron that stood out at some distant promontory, 
 a grey shadow against the dark rock. Mr. Brown 
 went below to rummage among Weyland's guns, 
 and was disappointed to find that there were not 
 over thirty or forty cartridges ready made. How- 
 
Through the Crinan. 55 
 
 ever, he came on deck again ; and, in the fast- 
 falling darkness, his talk was all of shooting- 
 adventures, and storms, and rocks, and legends, 
 and the delight of being separated from mankind. 
 He was as anxious for the morrow as " the brave 
 Macphail '' who fell in with a mermaid as he was 
 returning to his love of Colonsay ; and Weyland, 
 who had discovered his friend's copy of Leyden's 
 poems, read out in noble accents these appropriate 
 lines : — 
 
 The lonely deck he paces o'er, 
 
 Impatient for the rising day ; 
 And still from Crinan's moonlight shore, 
 
 He turns his eyes to Colonsay. 
 
CHAPTER VI. 
 
 FROM CRINAN TO OBAN. 
 
 As the tall KIttiwake stood out from Crinan 
 Bay, with her white sails filled with a light breeze, 
 her smooth decks shining in the sun, and her bows 
 dipping gracefully to the long and even swell 
 coming in from the Atlantic, Mr. Brown, M.P., 
 clinging stoutly to the steel shrouds, became quite 
 enthusiastic over the loveliness of the scene before 
 him. He descanted to us on the wild and desolate 
 look of Jura, with her gloomy mountains rising 
 up in the southern sky ; he turned to the smaller 
 islands near him, and pointed out their rich colours 
 that were soft and smooth in the haze of the heat ; 
 his eagle eye detected all manner of strange sea 
 birds poised over or floating on the blue waters ; 
 and he declared that the motion of the yacht was 
 delightful. 
 
From Crlnan to Oban. 57 
 
 " Interfusa nitentes vltes aequora Cycladas," he 
 exclaimed, in quite a solemn and parliamentary 
 tone, — " avoid the turbulent sea amid the shining 
 Cyclades, as one might say ; but did the Cyclades 
 ever shine in bluer v^^aters than these, and did 
 Horace ever see islands more fair in his dreams of 
 the Mediterranean ? And I vi^ould dare to add that 
 there is more imaginative povv^er in the wild legends 
 that hallow those lonely rocks and seas than in a 
 cartload of the stories connected with the puddles 
 and sand-hills of Greece. Homer ! I maintain 
 that there is more depth of passion, of emotion, and 
 of strong human interest in such a ballad as ' Helen 
 of Kirkconnel ' than in twenty Iliads all boiled up 
 together in a tin pot 5 and as for the blatant history 
 of that nincompoop iEneas, it is as atrocious a 
 piece of commonplace manufacture as was ever 
 committed in this miserable world ; and if you 
 want true imaginative and lyrical power, which is 
 the sum and substance of poetry '* 
 
 Mr. Weyland, from the companion-ladder, 
 handed up a breech-loader. The Member for 
 
58 Mr, Pisistratus Brown in the Highlands. 
 
 Bourton-in-the-Marsh regarded it for a moment 
 with contempt ; but he took it, nevertheless, and 
 began to nlace a couple of cartridges in the barrels. 
 We heard no more of Mr. Brown's theories of 
 poetry, for he carefully made his way up to the 
 bow, and placed himself there so that he might 
 have a shot at any of those wild creatures which he 
 had ventured to name for us. It is remarkable, 
 however, that with two members of Parliament on 
 board no one could find out in what month the 
 statutory prohibition of shooting sea-fowl ends ; 
 but then, as Mr. Weyland remarked, it would be a 
 hard thing if people who made the laws were not 
 allowed to break them. 
 
 And so the Kittiv/ake sped on, opening out the 
 Dorus Mhor, or Great Gate, and gradually getting 
 into those long swirls of sea that sweep round from 
 Scarba, and produce strange bubblings and lines 
 of foam on the calmest day. Away over on our 
 left lay the channel between Jura and Scarba, 
 where the whirlpool of Corryvreckan raves. We 
 listened intently to catch the strange noise of its 
 
From Cr'inan to Oh an, 59 
 
 waters, which has been described by many a poet 
 as for ever haunting " the distant isles that hear 
 the loud Corbrechtan roar." Campbell, who lived 
 some miles to the south of Loch Crinan, says that 
 even there he could hear the sound of the Corry- 
 vreckan straits. " When the weather is calm, 
 and the adjacent sea scarcely heard on these 
 picturesque shores, its sound, which is like the 
 sound of innumerable chariots, creates a magni- 
 ficent and fine effect.'^ No echo reached us of 
 the turmoil which generally does prevail in that 
 narrow channel. But all around us were evidences 
 of those powerful currents that have gained for 
 Corryvreckan its legendary fame. The sea around 
 us seemed to boil up from mighty springs \ and 
 here and there, between those spacious circles of 
 foam, we could see the thin hard line of a current. 
 As the Kittiwake slowly made headway through 
 the calm-looking whirlpools, her bow was caught 
 every few minutes by some powerful stream, 
 and twisted round with a sudden jerk. At other 
 times she would come to a dead stop, as if she had 
 
6o Mr. Plsistratus Brown in the Highlands. 
 
 run against a wall of iron. But so far from there 
 being anything in the shape of a picturesque 
 whirlpool, with a hollow centre, and a circum- 
 ference of tossing waves, even the low ground 
 swell of the Atlantic had disappeared. It is easy 
 to understand, however, that these treacherous 
 currents may, at certain seasons of the year, be 
 greatly intensified in the rocky channel between 
 Scarba and Jura ; and, although the whirlpool of 
 Corryvreckan, as it figures in books illustrative of 
 natural wonders, is a myth, the swirls of the sea 
 in the narrow straits have destroyed many a boat 
 and drowned many a man, while in the calmest 
 season the passage is never without a certain 
 danger. Weyland, who is somewhat anxiously 
 looking after the conduct of the Kittiv/ake, tells 
 us that one evening last summer a profound 
 excitement was caused in Oban by the report that 
 the large steamer from Crinan, with all its valuable 
 cargo of Southern tourists, had been drawn into the 
 whirlpool of Corryvreckan, and wrecked on the 
 rocks of Scarba. How such a wild story became 
 
From Cr'inan to Oh an. 6 1 
 
 current in a town which must be familiar with the 
 channel, it is difficult to understand; but, as a matter 
 of fact, hour after hour passed, and the steamer 
 did not come in. Next morning, when everyone 
 hurried down to the Quay to learn the news, 
 the safety of the steamer was secured, but various 
 forms of wild stories were being told of perilous 
 escapes and dangers by sea. It eventually turned 
 out that the mate of the steamer had sighted some 
 smack or similar sailing vessel drifting towards 
 Corryvreckan ; that he, with a couple of men, put 
 off in a boat and overtook her, found her a derelict, 
 and towed, or endeavoured to tow, her back to the 
 steamer, while the passengers were probably repaid 
 by the excitement of the chase for their being kept 
 two or three hours late in getting to Oban. So 
 that Corryvreckan is still believed in amongst its 
 nearest neighbours. 
 
 Mr. Brown came aft abruptly. 
 
 " Take this gun, " he said. 
 
 The Member for Slow, who was contemplatively 
 smoking a very large meerschaum, while his right 
 
62 Mr, Pisistratus Brown in the Highlands. 
 
 hand rested on the tiller, and his eyes were leisurely 
 scanning the long sweep of blue water before us, 
 looked up with amazement. Mr. Brown gave the 
 breech-loader to the Glasgow bailie — who handled 
 it nervously, as a bachelor handles a baby — and 
 said, with decision : 
 
 " This is a good opportunity, I think, for my 
 entering into that question of the salaries now given 
 to our clerks in the Customs. In such a matter 
 delay only breeds discontent ; and the Government, 
 I am sure, will not be sorry to have the subject 
 calmy, fully, and accurately placed before them by 
 a private member.'* 
 
 Mr. Brown went down into his state-room, with 
 quite a look of earnestness on his face. Presently 
 he reappeared with a bundle of papers in his hand ; 
 and then, going towards the tafFrall, he proceeded 
 to open the parcel and place on the deck a series 
 of documents, partly written, partly printed, and 
 apparently largely consisting of figures. As they 
 lay there, he gazed at them for a moment ; but it 
 was clear that his position was not a pleasant one. 
 
From Crinan to Oh an, 63 
 
 He was uncomfortably seated on the deck, with 
 his legs out at right angles, while his head, in the 
 case of the mainsail jibbing, would have been lost 
 for ever to the State. For some minutes he kept 
 altering his position, until at last he said he would 
 go below, so as to have his papers properly spread 
 out before him. 
 
 " And yet," he said, pensively, " isn't it a shame 
 to go below in this weather ? You know we shall 
 have plenty of wet days in which we shall be 
 unable to do anything but work indoors, eh, 
 Weyland ?" 
 
 " Of course," said the Conservative member, 
 " when you are on a cruise in Scotland, you are 
 always safe in laying up something for a rainy 
 day.'' 
 
 Mr. Brown packed up his papers, and took 
 them below. When he came on deck again, he 
 was quite cheerful, and even humorous, and pro- 
 posed that he should take the helm, to which 
 Mr. Weyland consented, on condition that his 
 friend should give the necessary directions in case 
 
64 Mr, Pisistratus Brown in the Highlands, 
 
 the wind should come round on the starboard 
 quarter. 
 
 " I know what to do in a cutter," said Mr. 
 Brown, timidly. 
 
 " Oh," said Weyland, " you know how to slack 
 oiF the boom guy, haul in the mainsheet till you 
 get the boom amidships, port the helm, jibe the 
 mainsail ; then slack ofF the mainsheet again, 
 you know, hook the guy on the larboard side, 
 haul taut the starboard runner and tackle, and 
 overhaul the larboard one ; same with the topping 
 lift, hoist the head sails, and shift the sheets over." 
 
 " After that," said Mr. Brown, " I suppose I'd 
 better throw myself over, too, and complete the 
 thing. If you were to treat a yacht like that, there 
 would not be a tooth left in its head. However, 
 you may keep the tiller, Weyland. It is the only 
 work I ever see you at, and when the rainy weather 
 comes, goodness only knows how you will pass the 
 time. I know I shall never come away again 
 without having something to do during those odd 
 moments that you meet in travelling. It's a sort 
 
From Crinan to Oh an. 65 
 
 of mainstay, you know — gives you a sense that you 
 are not altogether idHng when you have this work 
 to fall back on. And especially when the work is 
 of a character to remedy a great Injustice, and give 
 pleasure to a considerable number of your fellow- 
 beings — then, I say, you feel proud that you cannot 
 be taunted with the mere self-seekino; indolence of 
 the hoHday-maker." 
 
 By this time we had run northward by Luing 
 and Easdale, and Loch Feochan, and were stand- 
 ing in towards the Sound of Kerrara. Twilight 
 was now falling over the islands and the sea, and 
 only a faint show of red in the west showed 
 where the sunset had been. When at length we 
 cast anchor in Oban Bay, pale points of stars were 
 beginning to glimmer on the water, and over there 
 at Kerrara the white ridge of the moon was rising 
 behind the black outline of the island, promising 
 us a lovelv nlg-ht. 
 
CHAPTER VII. 
 
 OEAN. 
 
 Oban, as you see it in the dawn of a summer's 
 morning, is fair and beautiful to look upon. In 
 the daytime you find that the capital of the western 
 Highlands, which enthusiastic Scotchmen prefer to 
 Biarritz, or Nice, or Naples, or any other place 
 they do not happen to have seen, consists of a 
 mean-looking row of dirty-white houses, stretch- 
 ing round a semicircular bay, the waters of which 
 have, at certain states of the tide, an ancient 
 and fish-like smell. There are no promenades, 
 avenues, or pleasure-grounds; the chief thorough- 
 fare being the street along the quay, which fronts 
 the shops. Towards the west, however, there are 
 a fev/ little villas perched up on the side of the 
 hills that lie behind the town, and down near the 
 
Oban. 67 
 
 shore there is a big hotel. All these things, in- 
 cluding the squalor about the quay, and the un- 
 speakably dingy character of most of the houses 
 and cottages, are transfigured by the early sun- 
 light j and more especially if you are well out in 
 the bay, and looking shoreward, Oban, when seen 
 through the golden mist that floods down upon it 
 from over the eastern hills, has something fine and 
 picturesque about its position, and almost rises to 
 its reputation. For there are green hills and grey 
 crags around it which cannot be made common- 
 place, and you have only to turn from the plain 
 houses and the grocers' shops to find yourself 
 looking out on the perpetual wonder and loveliness 
 of the blue sea, with the rounded mountains of 
 Mull showing a hundred tints of purple and rose- 
 colour, and the gloomy hills of Morven waking 
 up from the mists of the night to catch the first 
 yellow glimmerings of the sun. 
 
 We found the Member for Bourton-in-the- 
 A4arsh pensively kicking his heels over the gun- 
 wale of the KIttiwake. He had been awakened 
 
 F 2 
 
68 Mr. Pisistratus Brow7i in the Highlands. 
 
 by the throbbing of the paddles of some great 
 steamer, and had gone on deck to have a look at 
 the new district into which he had ventured. He 
 had been up for nearly two hours, had done nothing, 
 and was a little peevish. 
 
 "What does Professor Blackie mean," he re- 
 marked, with some exaggeration of emphasis, " by 
 writing a song about the gaieties of Oban in the 
 season ? Does he know what it is to delude 
 travellers, and entice respectable English people 
 away from their homes by calling a dirty fishing 
 village a watering-place ? This a watering-place, 
 is it ? I say, Weyland, how will you get the 
 Kittiwake cleaned when you take her out of this 
 hole of a bay ? " 
 
 After breakfast, however, the amiable nature o; 
 his disposition asserted itself j and as he leaned his 
 back against the rattlins, and calmly smoked a 
 cigar, he began to approve of Oban, of the High- 
 lands, of yachting. He even hinted to the Member 
 for Slow that Conservatism had its good points. 
 He told the Glasgow bailie that the Scotch should 
 
Oban. 6g 
 
 be proud of their mountains and lochs. He hoped 
 the Queen would soon get better. Then he pro- 
 posed we should all go ashore, have a look at Oban, 
 and walk across to DunstafFnage Castle. 
 
 Mr. Brown himself steered the pinnace into the 
 quay, and managed it so cleverly as to receive a 
 compliment, which he accepted gravely. Indeed, 
 when we had got on shore to inspect Oban, the 
 practised eye might have detected the least thing 
 of a lurch in Mr. Brown's walk, as of a man who 
 had been accustomed to pace the quarter-deck. 
 His dress, too, was rather nautical in appearance, 
 so that at this moment he might have had his por- 
 trait taken as Admiral Brown, M.P. But he 
 never ventured to say anything about shivering his 
 timbers 3 and as for a hornpipe, Mr. Brown's waist 
 had disappeared about the time that the great 
 Reform Bill was passed. 
 
 The few miles of road from Oban to DunstafF- 
 nage led us through the most charming variety of 
 scenery, beginning with a stretch of deep umbra- 
 geous wood, and thereafter taking us out into the 
 
70 Mr. Pisistratus Broivn in the Highlands. 
 
 daylight, and skirting the base of a series of wild 
 and heathery hills. Something less than half way 
 we reached a small fresh-water lake, girt round 
 about by sedges in which Mr. Brown declared 
 there must be moor-hens. Occasionally we met a 
 group of the small and picturesque Highland cattle 
 which are a godsend to the landscape painter ; 
 and so thoroughly had those small-headed, rough- 
 coated, and sharp-horned brutes acquired the inde- 
 pendent notions of their native land, that our 
 companion the Glasgow bailie regarded v/ith some 
 trepidation their attitude, as they stood In the 
 middle of the road and firmly looked at the 
 strangers. Mr. Brown, however, was brave with 
 the courage of ignorance. He had never been 
 chased down a hill-side by a " stot," or landed in a 
 burn by the horns of a wicked little bull ; and 
 so, with the utmost confidence he charged and 
 routed the various phalanxes that opposed our 
 progress, and scarcely walked any the more proudly 
 because of his victory. 
 
 In due time we came once more In sight of the 
 
Obail. 71 
 
 sea, lying dark and blue along the lonely shores of 
 Ossian's Morven. Nearer at hand lay the green 
 island of Lismore, with here and there a nameless 
 lump of dark rock jutting out of the rippling 
 water around it. But when we got further 
 towards the west, so that we saw the magnificent 
 line of jagged mountains stretching all along the 
 northern horizon, the enthusiasm of Mr. Brown 
 could not be expressed in words. There were great 
 white clouds floating rapidly over from the west, 
 so that every moment the colours of the moun- 
 tains were changing, and while the sunlight fell here 
 and there among the peaks that rise in Morven and 
 Appin, far beyond Loch Etive and up by Glencoe, 
 some mighty mass of rock would grow dark and 
 near, as if cowering under a thunder-cloud. Here 
 and there, too, we could see some of those black 
 clouds break into a grey fleece of rain and quietly 
 erase a mountain from the picture ; and then, again, 
 its green sides would come glimmering through the 
 wet, and a faint rainbow would appear to touch the 
 thin line of lake at the mountain's foot. 
 
72 Mr. Pisi stratus Brown in the Highlands. 
 
 At length we got down to the sea, and to the 
 rocky headland on which stand the massive 
 ruins of DunstafFnage. 
 
 " To tell you the truth," said Mr. Brown, " I do 
 not care for ruins — I do not care for anything — 
 when I can turn to this wonderful picture of the 
 sea and mountains and lochs. The more I look 
 at it, the more I am inclined to register an awful 
 vow never to return to a town again. Why 
 should a man devote himself to the public good 
 until he is just ready to drop into his coffin ? 
 I have done my share. I have a great mind never 
 to return to London, but to have a small house 
 built on this very promontory, and live here within 
 the sound of the sea — until — until the time comes 
 when I shall hear no more sounds. Besides what 
 use am I — except to make one of a majority 
 that is already so big as to make the Ministry 
 a deal too cheeky ? If we had a struggling 
 Government, do you think we should have had all 
 that hocus pocus about Epping Forest ? Well, 
 after all, you want independent members to look 
 
Oban, 73 
 
 after those things. Perhaps I should better fulfil 
 my duty by going back into the old track. I 
 venture to hope that some of my countrymen owe 
 something to my efforts in Parliament ; and I 
 know that in this matter of the Customs Clerks' 
 grievances, I am working towards a most praise- 
 worthy end. Forgive my talking about myself, 
 Weyland, but I have often remarked that the 
 sight of mountains and the sea — of the great 
 powers of nature — forces on a man questions 
 about his own position, and causes him to review 
 his relations with the world. Thank you ; 
 the last was as good a cigar as a man ever 
 smoked." 
 
 My friend was rather reserved and thoughtful 
 during the w^alk to Oban, but he brightened up 
 after dinner, and proposed we should go on shore 
 to play a game of billiards at the hotel. As the 
 pinnace slowly cleft its way through the dark 
 water, the blades of the oar shedding gleams of 
 phosphoric fire on each side, Mr. Brown re- 
 marked that both moon and stars were invisible. 
 
74 ^^' Pisistratus Brown in the Highlands. 
 
 Indeed, before we reached the shore, a few drops 
 of rain were falh'ng. 
 
 " Is not that most fortunate ? " said he. " Just 
 as I was beginning to accuse myself of idleness, 
 there comes the wet day which will enable me to 
 get some work done. To-morrow — yes, to- 
 morrow — I will redeem the promises I have made 
 to myself — and so, Weyland, let us have a merry 
 evening; and you will give me 30 in 100, and I 
 will play you for a sovereign." 
 
CHAPTER VIII. 
 
 FROM OBAN TO JURA. 
 
 Where was the rain ? Were we really in the 
 Highlands ? When breakfast called us into the 
 saloon the sun was shining down through the 
 painted colours of the skylight, and throwing 
 streaks of crimson and blue on the decorated sides 
 of the cabin. Mr. Brown, M.P., professed him- 
 self profoundly disgusted. He regarded the sun- 
 light as if it were his mortal enemy. 
 
 " Another day handed over to idleness," he 
 remarked, with a beautiful affectation of anger; 
 " for, you know, Weyland, a man cannot be 
 expected to stop downstairs in this hot weather, 
 and study a batch of figures. You can't do it. I 
 am sure that matter of the salaries of those unfortu- 
 nate Customs Clerks wants serious inquiry ; but 
 
76 Mr. Pisi stratus Broivfi in the Highlands. 
 
 how can you go into it on a broiling day, and in 
 the limited space which even your handsome saloon 
 afFords ? " 
 
 Indeed, when we got up on deck, the rain, for 
 which Mr. Brown declared himself so anxious, 
 seemed further off than ever. The Kittiwake was 
 already speeding away southward from Oban, her 
 tall white sails filled with a brisk westerly breeze, 
 and overhead there was a dark blue sky that had 
 its light reflected in the ruffled plain that lay all 
 around us. Out before us — for we went round 
 Kerrara before going south — the lofty mountains or 
 Mull were gradually becoming more distinct, until 
 we could see the glimmering of streams in the 
 deep gullies, and here and there a small white 
 cottage along the lonely shores. In our wake 
 stretched the far-reaching arms of Loch Etive and 
 Loch Linnhe — long blue creeks lying underneath 
 the wild mountains of Morven and Appin, and 
 embracing the lower and greener hills of Lismore. 
 It was a fair and beautiful picture — the brisk blue 
 ripple of the water, the innumerable islands, the 
 
From Oban to Jura. 77 
 
 flocks of sea-birds floating on the waves or dashing 
 this way and that against the westerly winds, while 
 up in the north stood the calm and silent rampart 
 of the mountains, touched here and there with the 
 shadow of a cloud. 
 
 " There is no sign of rain," remarked my friend, 
 scanning the horizon with a wistful glance. 
 " That haze you see along the mountains is never 
 accompanied by rain, and yet there was rain last 
 night.'* 
 
 He turned with a well-simulated sigh to light a 
 cigar, and then he caught sight of a bundle of 
 newspapers that had been brought on board that 
 morning. Lazily he opened them ; but suddenly 
 he announced to us, in a voice of astonishment, 
 that the Lords had thrown out the Ballot Bill. 
 Weyland, sitting by the tiller, looked up. I be- 
 came apprehensive of a skirmish between the 
 Member for Slow and the Member for Bourton- 
 in-the-Marsh. 
 
 " Poor old things,'' said Mr. Brown, with an 
 accent of contemptuous tenderness. " I don't 
 
yS Air. Pisistratus Brown in the Highlands. 
 
 wonder at their being in a hurry for their holi- 
 days 5 and nobody ought to grudge them the sense 
 of importance with which they will now go down 
 into the country. It will be something to keep up 
 the spirits of the amiable old gentlemen as they 
 drive about the country roads in closed-up old- 
 fashioned yellow chariots, and answer with a 
 paralytic nod the salutations of the farmers. I 
 hope the old gentlemen will keep up their system 
 and get strong. They will want some strength of 
 digestion next Session for the operation known as 
 eating the leek." 
 
 The wrath on Weyland's face was terrible to 
 look upon, and he was fairly speechless with rage. 
 The Glasgow bailie turned from the one to the 
 other with uneasy glances, probably fearing that 
 Weyland might in the recklessness of passion 
 shoot the Kittiwake high and dry on the nearest 
 island. 
 
 " Perhaps," said the .Member for Slow, with a 
 wild and ghastly effort to accomplish a smile, ^' you 
 will introduce a Bill for the removal of the House 
 
From Oban to Jura. 79 
 
 of Lords to Hanwell. Or perhaps youM have 
 them sent to a pauper school to teach them to write 
 their own names." 
 
 " Most of 'em can't," said Mr. Brown coolly. 
 He was trying to make out whether a certain big 
 bird, down near Ardincaple Point, was a gull or a 
 solan. 
 
 • " I am not surprised at anything that is done by 
 the Liberal party," said Mr. Weyland hotly, "when 
 I hear the perfectly reckless and inconsiderate way 
 in which individual members talk of the most vital 
 institutions of the country — as if they were mere 
 foot-balls to be kicked about for the convenience of 
 a Premier or the amusement of a session. I do 
 not know whether it is thoughtlessness or ignor- 
 ance " 
 
 " It's a solan ! " exclaimed Mr. Brown. 
 
 The bird had gone down with a sudden rush, 
 and we could see the water leap thirty feet into 
 the air with the fierce plunge. Then the snow- 
 white, long-winged solan rose once more, made 
 one or tw© slow circles, and finally came sailing 
 
8o Mr. Pisi stratus Brown in the Highlands. 
 
 up towards the north. Mr. Brown darted down 
 to the cabin; and presently reappeared with a 
 double-barrelled breech-loader in his hand. 
 
 " If I could only get one of those magnificent 
 birds," said he, " I'd give up the notion of making 
 a collection. When you have got the King, you 
 do not care about the Court." 
 
 And, in truth, this particular solan, forgetting 
 the shyness of its tribe, seemed determined to give 
 Mr. Brown a chance. It flew at a great height, 
 but it came slowly up in a direct line across the 
 boat. Mr. Brown's eyes were fixed with a painful 
 anxiety on the slow pinions of the gannet as it 
 came nearer and nearer; and he was heard to 
 whisper an agitated question as to whether a swan- 
 shot cartridge would reach that height. None of 
 us dared answer him ; even Weyland had forgotten 
 the cruelties heaped on the House of Lords in the 
 excitement caused by the approach of the solan. 
 Mr. Brown stealthily put up the gun to his shoulder 
 — ^just as if he were some t.x old sportsman in the 
 Black Forest nervously expecting the appearance of 
 
From Oban to yura. 81 
 
 a roebuck. So dazzling was the clear blue that it 
 was difficult to follow the slow flight of the large 
 bird J and it seemed to be overhead while yet Mr. 
 Brown would not fire. Mr. Weyland began to be 
 agitated about the safety of the rigging, and would 
 probably have interposed but that the startling bang 
 of Mr. Brown's right barrel told us that the great 
 event was decided one way or the other. 
 
 " I have shot him — I have killed him — I have 
 smashed him up ! '' shouted the Member for Bour- 
 ton-in-the-Marsh, with the most unstatesmanlike 
 and unsportsmanlike eagerness. Certainly the bird 
 had disappeared to leeward. Mr. Brown sprang 
 behind the mainsail, and lo ! some hundred yards 
 ahead, an immense white thing floated on the 
 water. He shouted that the bird was dead. He 
 implored Weyland to get a small boat ready. He 
 gave various orders, couched in the language of 
 Cockaigne, to the astonished sailors, who had been 
 regarding the falling solan with little interest. 
 And then, in the middle of all this turmoil, a loud 
 laugh was heard from Weyland, and the solan was 
 
82 Mr. Pisistratus Browri in the Highlands. 
 
 seen to flutter up from the water and continue its 
 flight. 
 
 Despair fell over the countenance of my amiable 
 friend. He did not utter a word ; but he was 
 calmly relinquishing himself to his fate, when the 
 solan was seen to " tower " for a few yards. 
 Mr. Brown apparently imagined that this natural 
 phenomenon was but the beginning of a long ex- 
 cursion on the part of the solan, and was, indeed, 
 turning away in disgust, when the bird fell 
 straight into the water, and floated on the waves 
 a lifeless and dishevelled mass of feathers. Some 
 few minutes afterwards, Mr. Brown was regard- 
 ing with inexpressible delight and wonder the 
 monster of the deep which lay before him, with 
 its snow-white wings extended on the deck. 
 He called our attention to the beautiful colours 
 on its long and powerful beak, to the shading 
 on its legs, to the immense breadth of its wings. 
 One of the men further gratified Mr. Brown 
 by informing him that the wings of the solan 
 were sometimes found to be seven feet across. 
 
From Oh an to Jia'a. 83 
 
 and that no other bird so much resembled an 
 albatross. The hero of the hour regarded his 
 prize with a new interest — there were wild and 
 poetical associations about this magnificent creature 
 that he had brought down. It was with some 
 hesitation that he allowed it to be taken below, 
 Weyland giving orders that it should be packed 
 and forwarded to Glasgow by the first steamer 
 they could intercept. Mr. Brown hoped they 
 were able to stuff" large birds in Glasgow. 
 
 The slaughter of the solan was a fortunate 
 thing for us all. Mr. Brown's geniality, in con- 
 sequence of his exploit, was excessive ; nothing 
 could exceed his politeness, his good-nature, and 
 his efforts to amuse us. He doubtless felt that 
 we ought all to share in his joy, and he even 
 went the length of tendering a formal apology 
 to Mr. Weyland for his remarks about the 
 House of Lords, which the Member for Slow 
 accepted with one of his prodigious laughs. And 
 so_, in this delightful state of affairs, the lono- 
 summer day passed pleasantly, and we gradually 
 
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84 Mr. Phlstratus Brown in the Highlands. 
 
 drew down towards Jura, keeping well outside 
 the islands of Gavelock and Scarba. Here we 
 experienced a rather heavy sea ; but the Kitti- 
 wake conducted herself with propriety, and Mr. 
 Brown, though he was occasionally silent and 
 solemn, never had to go below. 
 
 Out to windward lay the desolate-looking 
 islands of Colonsay and Oronsay, amid the cease- 
 less wash of the Atlantic. Why that lengthy 
 ballad of Dr. Leyden should have taken such 
 hold of my friend from the South, it was im- 
 possible to say ; but he continued to gaze on 
 the bleak and distant shores of Colonsay all the 
 time we were creeping along the coast of Jura. 
 And when at last we anchored in Loch Tarbet, 
 and found almost over our heads the immense 
 and gloomy peaks that are known to fishermen 
 as the Paps of Jura, we could see that the " Song 
 of Colonsay'' was still sounding its melancholy 
 refrain in the ears of Mr. Brown. But whenever 
 he grew too sad, the least mention of the solan 
 woke him up into life again 5 and all that evening, 
 
From Oban to yura. 85 
 
 as we sate on deck, and smoked, and watched 
 the stars glimmering on the sea around us that 
 was black as nl2;ht with the shadows of the 
 mountains, his talk was of the wonders of the 
 deep that are known to sailors, and of the rough 
 sports and enjoyments that might be got at if 
 one were only young enough to become a middy. 
 
CHAPTER IX. 
 
 DEER-STALKING IN JURA. 
 
 A COLD grey mist was rising ofF the bay, and 
 masses of watery-looking clouds were slowly 
 creeping up the dark sides of the mountains, when 
 Mr. Brown, M.P., stepped on deck and took his ac- 
 customed glance round, apparently to see if there 
 was a chance of rain. The prospect was gloomy. 
 The waters of the sound were rough and grey ; 
 Islay was half hidden in mist ; and overhead there 
 was a dense pall of vapour through which the sun 
 could not pierce. Despite the fact that the 
 Member for Bourton- in -the -Marsh had been 
 longing for rain, in order that he might devote 
 himself to the question of the Customs Clerks' 
 grievances, he did not seem pleased to find it so 
 near. He looked at the clean deck and spars of 
 the Kittiwake, and complained that a yacht looked 
 
Deer-Stalking in Jura, 87 
 
 clammy on a cold morning. With a morose sort 
 of poetry he compared her to a sea-bird floating on 
 the water in time of rain, with her wings folded 
 closely up, and her appearance dejected. He 
 remarked that there was much gloomy grandeur 
 about the Jura mountains ; but that, once you had 
 seen them, there was no use in remaining under 
 their cold and oppressive shadows. He observed 
 that the Sound of Jura was a melancholy piece of 
 v/ater ; and was of opinion that the Hebrides 
 generally seemed a sterile region, visited by fogs 
 and rains and the cold wash of the sea. 
 
 But a great surprise was in store for my friend. 
 While v/e were regarding the desolate prospect 
 around us, the pinnace of the Kittiwake was 
 observed to be coming out from the shore j and in 
 the stem sat Mr. Weyland, himself. There was 
 a bluff satisfaction in his face. He sprang up the 
 gangway quite lightly, and slapped Mr. Brown on 
 the back. 
 
 " You've heard me speak of Maclean of Hulish- 
 taveg ? " he said. 
 
88 Mr. Pisistratus Brown in the Highlands. 
 
 " No, I have not," replied Mr. Brown, coldly ; 
 for he did not like to be slapped on the back. 
 
 " No matter, he sends you his compliments in 
 very good English, and offers you as much red 
 deer shooting as you like, and says you w^ill get 
 men, dogs, and guns up at Glen-cona an hour 
 hence." 
 
 " Red deer ! " exclaimed Mr. Brown, with an 
 awe-struck look. 
 
 And with that he darted down the companion to 
 see if breakfast was laid. He implored us to make 
 haste. He scalded his mouth with coiFee. He 
 said it would have been hard if we had gone away 
 from the Hebrides without slaying a red deer, and 
 talked with such animation and excitement about 
 that noble sport, and about the grandeur of this 
 lonely island of Jura, and of the more than royal 
 hospitality exercised by the brave and courteous 
 Highland gentlemen who live in those wilds, that 
 we half expected to see tears of admiration start 
 into his eyes. Weyland, improved the time by 
 detailing the qualifications of the deer-stalker — how 
 
Deer-Stalking in Jura. 89 
 
 that he must have the eye of a hawk, the perti- 
 nacity of a sleuth-hound, the footing of a chamois 
 — how that he must be brave and patient, nimble 
 and agile, and prepared to suffei any privation. 
 We observed that as Mr. Brown rose to go up on 
 deck before us, he buttoned his coat tightly round 
 what was once a waist, erected his head, and 
 assumed a look of bright and sharp activity. His 
 efforts to improve his figure, however, were a 
 failure. 
 
 It took us nearly an hour to reach the plain 
 white house which had been pointed out to us as 
 Glen-cona — a solitary building, perched up on an 
 open space of morass which led the way into a 
 deep gap between the hills. Not only were the 
 gillies and dogs in readiness, but the Maclean 
 himself — a tall and spare-built man, with long 
 white hair and flowing beard — had come up from 
 his house to receive his friend's friends. This he 
 did with a simple and yet stately courtesy which 
 greatly impressed Mr. Brown, who subsequently 
 informed us that he could not help thinking the 
 
90 Mr. Pi si stratus Brown in the Highlands. 
 
 old man v/ith the white beard, and the lofty manners 
 and the peculiar inflection of English, was a de- 
 scendant of Ossian. Hulishtaveg was not in kilts, 
 but his gillies were — the big, weather-tanned men 
 who stood silently by, except when they rebuked 
 one of the shaggy and splendid-looking deerhounds, 
 and who received from their master a glass of 
 whisky, which was no great length of time in reach- 
 ing its destination. When the Maclean had given 
 the men certain instructions in what was apparently 
 graphic and forcible Gaelic, he bade us farewell 
 in a hw words of very fair English, and took his 
 departure. 
 
 Weyland nov/ impressed on the head keeper that 
 everything was to be done to give A/[r. Brown a 
 shot — that he was to be considered the chief of the 
 party. When the swarthy and bearded gillie was 
 at length made to understand this, he simply laid 
 hold of Mr. Brown and treated him as if he were a 
 child, with a quiet, good-natured patronage that my 
 friend knew not how to resent. Tn the first place, 
 he insisted on the Member for Bourton-in-the 
 
Deer-Stalking in "Jura. 91 
 
 Marsh leaving behind him a white coat which he 
 wore, and putting on instead a brown jacket which 
 one of the giUies was ordered to strip off his 
 shoulders. Mr. Brown objected, but his protes- 
 tations were of no avail. 
 
 " Cash pless me ! ^' said the keeper, " it will pe 
 for no use if you go up sa hill wi' a big, white, 
 starin' coat on, that will pe seen through the length 
 and sa preadth o' Jura. Wass you neffer after sa 
 deer afore ? " 
 
 Mr. Brown had to confess that he had never 
 before hunted the wild deer or followed the roe ; 
 whereupon the big keeper helped my friend into 
 the gillie's jacket, and slung a telescope over his 
 shoulder, and bound a cartridge-belt round his 
 waist ; but the rifle which was apportioned to him 
 was handed over to one of the men. Then we set 
 out. Mr. Brown grinned a ghastly grin over his 
 costume and accoutrements ; but he was evidently 
 feeling a little nervous. 
 
 For the first part of our journey our way lay 
 along a marshy hollow that formed the base of two 
 
92 Mr. P is t stratus Brown in the Highlands. 
 
 hills ; and every few minutes as we advanced, the 
 man in front, who had a brace of deerhounds in 
 slips, would startle a big black-cock or put up a 
 pack of grouse, the sudden sound of which made 
 Mr. Brown jump. It was the only noise that 
 broke the profound stillness of this solitary glen ; 
 we could not even hear a stream trickling down 
 the mountain-side. Then we began to ascend the 
 hill — in some places so steep that our hands were 
 about as serviceable as our feet. What with 
 hopping over bits of bog, and climbing over rocks, 
 and working through bracken, Mr. Brown was 
 looking rather exhausted as we neared the summit ; 
 but here a halt was called, and the plan of opera- 
 tions formed. 
 
 The Member for Bourton-in-the-Marsh now 
 became the hero of the hour, and, with a face that 
 seemed to us a little pale, he crept up to a line of 
 rock on the top of the hill, and there lay down, his 
 rifle by his side. He unslung his telescope. He 
 gently put the end of it over the rock, and for 
 several anxious minutes was seen to regard the 
 
Deer-Stalking in yura. 93 
 
 valley opposite him. Then he came back shaking 
 his head. 
 
 The keeper stole up to the same place, without 
 any telescope, and after a keen look, beckoned on 
 Mr. Brown to follow him. What was the 
 meaning of that abrupt movement ? Mr. Brown 
 dropped his telescope, and took up his rifle ; the 
 keeper seized the latter, took it ofF the rock, and 
 turned to his companion with a look of anger and 
 surprise. 
 
 " Cash pless me ! " we heard him exclaim in 
 an excited whisper, " Wass you going to fire ? 
 Sa stag iss a mile away, and a' sa hinds are 
 watchin' up by sa burn. You will have to go 
 down sa hill again, and along sa glen, and up 
 by sa burn, and through sa trees — it will be three 
 miles you will go afore you wass to get near 
 him." 
 
 But nothing would daunt Mr. Brown, now that 
 he had seen his quarry. In mingled trepidation 
 and excitement he came back and told us upon 
 what an awful venture he was setting out. We 
 
94 ^^' Pisistratus Brown in the Highlands. 
 
 agreed to watch his progress from the ambush on 
 the top of the hill ; while he and the gillie with the 
 dogs went off on their circuit so as to get at the 
 stag. He left us his telescope, and took with him 
 our blessing. 
 
 More than an hour elapsed before we caught 
 sight of them, and then we made out two tiny- 
 figures stealing along the opposite side of the 
 valley. A stretch of fir-wood lay between them 
 and the stag ; and it was evident that the success 
 of the expedition depended on Mr. Brown being 
 able to get through this wood without attracting 
 the attention of his prey. A grave and watchful 
 gillie who followed every movement with intensest 
 interest expressed his opinion that the " shentle- 
 man tit not know much of sa shooting and would 
 pe sure to make a noise in sa fir." At length we 
 saw Mr. Brov/n, creeping on hands and knees, 
 glide into the plantation of young firs and disappear. 
 The stag still stood about thirty yards from the 
 other side of the wood, in a little gully where 
 there was probably some water, while two or three 
 
Deer-StaJking hi yura. 95 
 
 hinds were on a grassy plateau above him, walking 
 about and occasionally nibbling the herbage. Our 
 excitement was now so great that no one spoke. 
 A dead silence prevailed. Suddenly there was a 
 light pattering heard near us, and the next moment 
 a hind came cantering down in front of us. The 
 moment she saw us a sort of paralysis seemed to 
 overtake her. She halted for one second, all 
 her limbs quivering ; then she was off with the 
 speed of lightning, followed by two hinds and two 
 stags that had been quietly coming on in Indian 
 file. All this had occurred In an instant ; and in 
 the same instant Weyland had started up, cocked 
 his rifle, and iired. The gillie fired. The second 
 stag, at which the gillie had shot, gave one spring 
 into the air and tumbled forward lifeless ; but the 
 first stag, Weyland's quarry, after having gone 
 down on its fore-knees, struggled up again, and was 
 seen to make straight down the hill. " Oh, sa 
 tawgs, sa tawgs, what for had we no sa tawgs wi 
 us, tamernation and diabhol ! " shouted the gillie, 
 and then he dashed down the hill-side after the 
 
96 Air. Pisistratus Brown in the Highlands. 
 
 wounded deer, Weyland, himself long-legged and 
 active, vainly endeavouring to keep up w^Ith his 
 extraordinary speed. When they had disappeared, 
 I turned to the other valley, vi^here also the crack of 
 a rifle had been heard. What was that distant and 
 corpulent little figure doing, but v/aving a handker- 
 chief and dancing a wild fandango of delight, while 
 the gillie was choking ofF the hounds that were 
 apparently bent on attacking some brown object 
 lying there ? Apparently the man had divined 
 that the dogs might be wanted elsewhere, for 
 presently we saw him disappear with them round 
 the head of the glen, while Mr. Brown, still waving 
 a handkerchief, descended to the burn, crossed 
 over, and slowly began to ascend the hill. Long 
 before he had reached the top he had shouted the 
 joyous news, and when he arrived, speechless, 
 smothered in perspiration, covered with brown 
 moss-water, and dishevelled beyond expression, he 
 reserved his last energies for a wild performance of 
 a Highland reel, and then sank, glorious and happy, 
 on the heather. 
 
Deer-Stalking in yura. 97 
 
 "Killed him— killed him— killed him!" he 
 cried, " dead as a stone — big as a house — want two 
 ponies to fetch him home — I'll have him stuffed if 
 I pay a thousand ounds for it ! " 
 
 " With a gold medal slung round his neck — Shot 
 by Pisistratus Brown^ Esq.^ M.P .^ in the mountains 
 of Jura ^ August^ 1871." 
 
 Mr. Brown lay on the heather, took deep 
 draughts of the clear and cool air, and rubbed his 
 hands. Already he pictured to himself the noble 
 animal standing in the hall of a certain house in 
 Holland-park the admiration and wonder of all 
 visitors. He was too much excited, indeed, to give 
 any account of how he had shot the deer, and that 
 did not leak out until V/eyland, the head keeper, 
 and the gillie with the dogs had all returned to us. 
 They, too, were in an exultant mood. The 
 hounds had hunted down the wounded stag until 
 they had brought him to bay, and he was found 
 facing them, when Weyland got up in time to give 
 him another bullet. The gillie had brought down 
 a very tolerable stag, but Weyland's prey turned 
 
98 Mr. Pisi stratus Brown in the Highlands. 
 
 out to be a hart of magnificent proportions, with 
 horns that the keeper described in technical language 
 which considerably puzzled the Member for 
 Bourton-in-the-Marsh. When we came to ask 
 what sort of horns he had secured, there came the 
 ominous confession that the animal he had shot 
 was not adorned In that way. 
 
 " It wass a hind,^' said the gillie, with some 
 contempt. " Sa stag will pe nelFer touched at 
 all." 
 
 " But you can't deny it's a deer," said Mr. 
 Brown, almost fiercely, "and if I didn't get 
 the stag, whose fault was it, Donald, or Duncan, 
 or MacTavish or whatever is your name ? 
 Answer me that ! The plain story, Weyland, is 
 simply this— that your confounded shooting startled 
 the stag just as I was getting out of the wood. 
 The beggar was off before you could have winked 
 — like a flash of powder— and I saw him join the 
 whole herd of 'em, and ofF they went. What could 
 I do ? By Jove, I banged into the whole of 'em, 
 just as any man would, and you should have seen 
 
Deer-Stalking in yura. qq 
 
 the cracker that deer went when I caught 
 him " 
 
 " Her," said Weyland, cruelly. 
 
 " Her or him, what's the difference ? You may 
 talk of spires and harts, and stags and calves ; 
 but all I know is I've shot a deer, and as that 
 sort of thing doesn't fall in my way every day, 
 I may confess that Fm uncommonly proud of it, 
 and, with the permission of Allasterbeg, or what- 
 ever you call him, I propose to give these Mac- 
 donalds, and Macdougals, and MacTavishes here a 
 sovereign apiece." 
 
 Mr. Brown now became anxious that the two 
 ponies which had been sent for should arrive, that 
 we might go down the glen in triumph ; but as 
 the day had worn on with our repeated delays, it 
 was resolved to go down quietly to Mr. Maclean's 
 house, and carry him on board the Kittiwake. 
 Hulishtaveg was well pleased with the story of the 
 day's performances, and remarked on the good 
 fortune which had attended what was, after all, an 
 experiment. 
 
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100 M>\ Pisistratus Brown In the Highlands. 
 
 " Sa morn's morning," he said to Mr. Brown, 
 " you will pe early afoot, and teil sa fears but you 
 will come home wis a fine good stag— as good as 
 any one in Jura." 
 
 " I will get up at three o'clock," said Mr. 
 Brown, eagerly ; " and you know, Mr. Maclean, 
 I am a stranger to this sort of thing, and if, 
 after dinner, you could give me a hint or two, 
 you know " 
 
 HuHshtaveg gave us after dinner something 
 much better— a Gaelic song about a young person 
 called Maggie, who was asked to marry a certain 
 red-haired William ; and this he sung in a shrill, 
 quavering voice that had some faint resemblance to 
 the reediness of the bagpipes. 
 
CHAPTER X. 
 
 DEER-DRIVING IN JURA. 
 
 The cold light of the dawn was beginning to 
 steal down into the glens, and there was a faint 
 saffron colour becoming visible in the sky, far over 
 the tops of the mountains, when Mr. Brown, M.P., 
 stood on the deck of the Kittlwake and saw the 
 pinnace being brought round. Much of the en- 
 thusiasm of the previous evening had gone. The 
 visions begotten of Hulishtaveg's stories of deer- 
 stalking, salmon-spearing, and otter-hunting were 
 now cold, and grey, and faint in the clear light of 
 the early morning; and Mr. Brown was no longer 
 ready to scoff at late sleepers, and to expatiate on 
 the delight of getting out of bed while the mists 
 were still in the valleys and the darkness not yet 
 lifted off the far and murmuring plain of the sea. 
 
102 Mr. Pisistratus Brown in the Highlands. 
 
 He was very silent, and even gloomy; and, as he 
 sat in the stern of the pinnace, looked wistfully 
 over to the distant shores of Islay, where man and 
 nature seemed still buried in sleep. 
 
 The Member for Slow, more accustomed to 
 sportsman's hours, was, on the contrary, full of 
 facetious humours, and strove to impress on Mr. 
 Brown the awful nature of the excitement expe- 
 rienced by the man who finds deer running by in 
 front of him, while he endeavours to single out 
 the finest hart for his shot. He impressed on his 
 friend, too, the gratitude he owed to Maclean of 
 Hulishtaveg for getting up this drive in his honour 
 — a form of deer-shooting rarely resorted to on 
 account of the number of men required, and the 
 tendency it has to make the deer wild and frighten 
 them into neighbouring territory. 
 
 " I dare say the old man started at 2 o'clock this 
 morning to arrange the drive," remarked Mr. Wey- 
 land. " And how would you like going up those wild 
 glens in the middle of the night, with mist-clouds 
 making the most familiar places dangerous to you ?" 
 
Deer-Driving in yura, 103 
 
 " I don't see the necessity," said the Member for 
 Bourton-in-the-Marsh, morosely. " You don't 
 expect to catch the deer asleep, do you ? And when 
 you turn a man out at four o'clock and thrust 
 him into the raw air of the morning, and make 
 him swallow his breakfast before he has got any 
 appetite, you upset him for the day, that's all. 
 You may call it sport; I call it a mistake. I can 
 get up as early as most men — when there's any 
 need; but to be lugged out in the middle of the 
 night merely because it's considered fine, and 
 sportsmanlike, and heroic, is a very different thing. 
 I would very much rather have spent the next two 
 hours in studying those grievances of the Customs 
 clerks, and getting some useful work done. How- 
 ever, as that old idiot of a Highlandman, I dare say, 
 has been rampaging about the whole country-side 
 since midnight, I suppose we needn't waste any 
 time in getting up to the starting-point." 
 
 It was most ungenerous of Mr. Brown to speak 
 thus of his benefactor, who had not only arranged 
 for him a day's sport such as few men, be they 
 
104 ^^' Pisi stratus Brown in the Highlands, 
 
 Princes or Cabinet Ministers, are privileged to enjoy, 
 but had also sent down a horse and two ponies for 
 us. The Glasgow bailie was to have accompanied 
 us; but on rousing him about 3.30 he had uttered 
 the most solemn vows that he would see us any- 
 where before he would budge an inch, so that we 
 had to leave him to his inglorious rest. Accord- 
 ingly the horse and the ponies carried us pic- 
 turesquely, if not comfortably, up to Glencona, 
 where we found Hulishtaveg, one or two gillies, 
 and the dogs. The rest of the gillies and hillmen 
 had started an hour before for a district lying con- 
 siderably beyond that in which we had been suc- 
 cessful the day before. No time was to be lost. 
 We got into the saddle again — Mr. Maclean stoutly 
 resisting Weyland^s invitation to change places with 
 him — and set off up the marshy glen that led into 
 the mountains. 
 
 In reply to Mr. Brown, Hulishtaveg informed 
 us that we should have a terribly hot day ; but 
 in the meantime the morning was clear and 
 rather chilly. There was a rawness in the air 
 
Deer-Drtving in Jura. 1 05 
 
 around us, although far overhead we could see 
 the sunlight strike the eastward-looking sides of 
 the mountains. But the jolting of the white 
 pony which he bestrode had brought some warmth 
 into Mr. Brown's frame ; and a tolerably lengthy 
 pull at a whisky-flask, which had gone the round 
 of the circle at Glencona, had brought more live- 
 liness into his eye and talk. He began to feel 
 more sure about being able to distinguish between 
 a hind and hart as the deer went by. He was 
 quite certain he would not fire prematurely, and 
 kill some harmless little animal running in front 
 of its mother. He would take the greatest care 
 not to frighten the hinds, so that they might 
 turn and drive back the stags. Not for the world 
 would he spoil sport. 
 
 " And, mirover," said old Hulishtaveg, in his 
 shrill and curious English, " it may pe sa stags 
 will come first. When sey get a great fright, 
 sometimes sa stag will come afore sa hinds, espay- 
 cially if he sinks some danger is apout ; and all 
 you will do, Mester Prown, iss no to put yoursel' 
 
lo6 Mr. Plsistratus Brown in the Highlands. 
 
 Into a hurry, but tek your time — tek your time — 
 and fire weel forrit." 
 
 " ril fire a yard ahead of 'em," said Mr. Brown 
 confidently. " Only give me a chance, and you'll 
 see." 
 
 " A chance ? " said the old Highlandman rather 
 testily, " no man will pe able to make a chance for 
 you if sa deer will not be inclined to go your way ; 
 but sa men knaw as much apoot sa deer as ony 
 men in sa country ; and if you do not get a fine, 
 big, braw pair o' horns, it will pe your own fault, 
 sir, neversaless and mirover." 
 
 When, at length, we had got within about a 
 mile of our points of ambush we dismounted, and 
 the horse and ponies were left in charge of a small 
 boy in kilts. Then the gillies — all but he with 
 the dogs — went off to join in that gentle pressing 
 of the deer in a particular direction, which is a 
 much more difficult business than merely shooting 
 at them when they come to you. The manner 
 in which a few men — keeping themselves, as a 
 rule, invisible — will succeed in driving a herd of 
 
Deer-Driving in ^ura. 107 
 
 deer in a certain line, is most marvellous, and 
 is all the more so that the exploit is so seldom 
 performed. The Maclean himself undertook to 
 post the three strangers ; and when this was done, 
 and we had all received ample instructions and 
 injunctions, the old man departed, rifle in hand, 
 to seek out a corner for himself. His whispered 
 directions were the last sound we heard ; then 
 followed the strange and dead stillness that reigned 
 over the broad valley, and we were left to peer 
 anxiously from our hiding-places and await the 
 coming of the deer. 
 
 I could see Mr. Brown. He was placed behind 
 a rock in a little ravine, which had once been the 
 bed of a stream. He had placed his cap by his 
 side, so that he might peep over the boulders 
 before him, and the shining bald head gleamed 
 like a piece of smooth quartz down among the 
 grey shadows- of the schist. He was furnished 
 with a double-barrel breech-loading rifle that Wey- 
 land had had made for him in Edinburgh ; and 
 he had received the most impressive instructions 
 
lo8 Air. Pis'istratus Broivn in the Highlands. 
 
 not to fire within a mile of my station should 
 the deer escape him and come up that way. Wey- 
 land, with a gillie and the deer-hounds, was 
 posted, so far as we could make out Hullshtaveg's 
 explanation, on the other side of the hill. In the 
 direction the deer were likely to take If fired at 
 by us. 
 
 How long we waited it Is Impossible to say. It 
 seemed ages, and it was probably hours. At last 
 there appeared by the side of a clump of trees 
 high up on the opposite hill the flutter of a white 
 handkerchief which was instantly withdrawn — the 
 signal that the deer were In sight. Mr. Brown 
 put the barrels of his gun carefully on the ledge of 
 rock before him. 
 
 And then. In the death-like silence, we sav/ the 
 first of the deer appear. They were two full- 
 grown hinds and a calf, that came lightly and 
 gently cantering over the moss and heather, stop- 
 ping now and again to look back, with their ears 
 erect, and their long lithe throats arching up their 
 small heads. Presently came three more hinds. 
 
Deer-Driving in "Jura, 109 
 
 in single file, and then two stags, a small one and 
 a large one, the latter with splendid horns. It 
 was an exciting moment; for it was impossible to 
 say which way they might go. They had evi- 
 dently been alarmed by the gillies somewhere ; 
 but to so slight a degree that they trotted gently, 
 and stopped every two or three seconds to look 
 back, which they did with their nostrils high in the 
 air, and their ears thrown forward. A more pic- 
 turesque group was never painted by Landseer; but 
 what we chiefly thought of, doubtless, was their dis- 
 tance from us. 
 
 As we watched them, in this anxious fashion, 
 one of the hinds trotted off to the right, and the 
 others at some distance followed her, one by one. 
 They were now apparently going straight over the 
 opposite hill, and how was one gillie to intercept 
 them ? Suddenly we saw him start from his hiding- 
 place, throw his jacket into the air, and halloo at 
 the pitch of his voice. The whole herd now 
 sprung down the hill, and headed down the glen. 
 Here another gillie started from some unknown 
 
no Mr. Pisistratus Brown in the Highlands. 
 
 ambush ; and the stags, now in front, turned once 
 more, and made straight for our ambush. Now 
 or never was our chance. On they came with 
 those hght elastic strides that seemed to skip the 
 ground, the smaller stag now leading. How dif- 
 ferent was this terrible pace from the slow rum- 
 bling of the pasteboard stag at Wimbledon, which 
 Mr. Brown had been declaring the night before he 
 could hit in the heart five times out of six! But 
 if the pace was trying, the line they took was 
 advantageous J and in far less time than it has 
 taken to write these words they were upon us. 
 Bang ! went Mr. Brown's first barrel. The smaller 
 stag cleared the rocky channel at one leap, and was 
 making down into the hollow of the glen, when a 
 shot — from a quarter which modesty directs shall 
 be nameless — sent him head first into a patch of 
 long green grass that surrounded a mountain spring. 
 Almost simultaneously with that shot, Mr. Brown 
 fired his second barrel, and lo ! the larger stag did 
 actually stumble forward and then fall heavily on 
 his side. Mr. Brown uttered a startling yell, and 
 
Deer-Driving in yura, ill 
 
 dashed down the rocky chasm, over boulders and 
 stones and trunks of trees. The stag rose on its 
 fore feet, and again it fell. In vain I shouted to 
 my frantic friend not to go near the deer; for the 
 next moment I saw him aim a blow at the head 
 of his adversary with the butt end of Weyland's 
 valuable rifle. Again and again the excited sports- 
 man flourished his weapon, and then he sat down 
 on the slain deer's neck, and took hold of its 
 antlers, and waved the butt of the rifle over his 
 head. 
 
 " Why,'^ said he, when I got up, " did you ever 
 see the like of that ? Two stags — one with each 
 barrel!" 
 
 I calmly regarded my friend. He blushed a 
 little, and then said, uneasily, 
 
 " Do you think you shot the first one ? '^ 
 
 " Do you think you shot it ? '' I asked. 
 
 He looked away for a second or two; and then 
 he said, reflectively, 
 
 " Perhaps, after all, I may have been mistaken. 
 At all events I can afford to give you that one. 
 
112 Mr. Pisistratus Brown in the Highlands. 
 
 I have enough. I wouldn't quarrel with any one 
 about a wretched deer. The man who spoils a 
 day's sport by claiming what isn't his own — bah ! 
 I have no patience with him. Well, what is the 
 matter ? " 
 
 The last words were uttered rather angrily. The 
 fact was that Mr. Brown had put out one of his 
 legs over the fallen deer, but not so artistically as to 
 conceal the fact that the stag had been shot in his 
 hind legs — the ball going through both, and smash- 
 ing them. 
 
 " If you consider," said he, " the pace he was 
 going at, the wonder is that any mortal man could 
 have got near him. I'm not proud. I hit a deer 
 where I can \ and I'm satisfied if I kill him. I 
 suppose it isn't every man who can say that out of 
 three shots he killed two deer, eh ? " 
 
 Indeed, Mr. Brown, M.P., forgot this flaw in 
 his happiness, amid the universal congratulations 
 of his companions. He would not, he said, trou- 
 ble Mr. Maclean's gilhes to go any further that 
 day. He was satisfied. Sport, not indiscriminate 
 
Deer-- Driving in Jura, 1 13 
 
 slaughter, was his object. And there and then he 
 invited all the gillies to a supper at Glencona, and 
 forthwith begged Weyland to lend him a dozen of 
 champagne. Of that supper, which came ofF 
 about eight o'clock, it is impossible to speak here. 
 Certainly no more strange, and motley, and pic- 
 turesque gathering was ever before summoned to 
 drink dry sillery amid the dusky solitudes of 
 Jura. 
 
CHAPTER XL 
 
 GROUSE-SHOOTING IN JURA. 
 
 It is not every day that a Highland laird has 
 the opportunity of entertaining two members of 
 our Imperial Legislature ; and whether it was that 
 circumstance, or merely the amiable temperament 
 of Mr. Brown, M.P., that affected Huhshtaveg, 
 certain it is that the chieftain was excessively 
 courteous to us. Not content with allowing the 
 strangers from the Kittiwake to slay his deer, he 
 now proposed that the Member for Bourton-in-the 
 Marsh should undertake a day's grouse shooting. 
 Mr. Brown regarded this invitation with a com- 
 placent serenity. It was a compliment to his 
 powers as a sportsman. It is true he spoke in 
 rather a contemptuous tone about grouse. The 
 man who was able to bring down a stag at full 
 
Grouse-Shooting in yura. II5 
 
 speed might be pardoned for considering the whole 
 grouse family, even including the capercailzie, as 
 rather small game. But Mr. Brown was not 
 proud. He thanked the Maclean with a gracious 
 politeness, and said he would go on the next morn- 
 ing, if it did not rain. 
 
 " A trap o' rain will not do much harm,'^ said 
 the old highlander, unnecessarily taking a look 
 round the horizon, on which all the evidences of 
 settled weather were apparent. " You wass very 
 fortunate, mirover, wis your two days at sa deer. 
 You will not expect to have aye such goot weather 
 among sa Jura hills." 
 
 " But you don't understand, Mr. Maclean,'^ said 
 my friend, gravely. " A member of parliament, 
 whether he be In the Cabinet or a mere outsider, 
 never wholly gets rid of his duties by leaving town. 
 A portion of his leisure, at least, he owes to his 
 countrymen. And I am now Investigating a most 
 Important question, with a view to remedying a 
 great grievance — that, namely, of the capricious 
 and unsatisfactory manner in which salaries are 
 
 I 2 
 
Il6 Mr. Pisistratus Brown in the Highlands. 
 
 awarded to her Majesty's clerks of Customs in the 
 East of London and elsewhere. Should a change 
 in the weather occur I must devote myself to this 
 matter, grouse or no grouse, red deer or no red 
 deer/' 
 
 " Oh, ferry well, ferry well," said old Hulish- 
 taveg, " no goot will come to sa man who neglects 
 his pusiness for his amusements, mirover." 
 
 On this occasion there was no picturesque pro- 
 cession of ponies and gillies, for our beat began 
 about half a mile from the bay in which the 
 Kittiwake was moored. Most of this half mile lay 
 round the shore ; and Mr. Brown — as he listened 
 vaguely to Weyland's comparison of the virtues of 
 pointers and setters — let his eye rove over the blue 
 expanse of sea that lay smooth and still around the 
 coasts of Islay. The Sound, that is generally 
 swept by currents of wind coming down the gorge 
 between the Jura mountains and the Islay shore, 
 was almost glass-like. There was scarcely a 
 breath of wind, and it was apparent that we should 
 have warm work of it on the moors. 
 
Grouse-Shooting in yura. 117 
 
 " Why here is Mr. Maclean again, '^ said Mr. 
 Brown, as we neared the trysting-place. " The 
 old man seems to think we could not start without 
 his coming to see us ofF, and give us a glass of 
 whisky. I wonder if he thinks a member of Par- 
 liament an extraordinary creature." 
 
 I ventured to hint to Mr. Brown that Hulish- 
 taveg's courtesy took its rise in the immemorial 
 traditions of his class, and was not dictated by a 
 profound reverence for the British Parliament. 
 Doubtless, however, the old man was not dis- 
 pleased to see his name in the Edinburgh and 
 Glasgow papers as the host of the representatives 
 of two important English boroughs. 
 
 Hulishtaveg wished us good luck, and then we 
 set off for the base of the nearest hill, accompanied 
 by two gillies, a boy, two brace of setters, a pointer 
 and a retriever. The head keeper explained to us 
 that this pointer, which had been presented to 
 Hulishtaveg by an English gentleman, was a steady 
 old dog that was likely to be of excellent service to 
 the central gun, when the setters were ranging 
 
Il8 Mr. Pi si stratus Brown in the Highlands. 
 
 rather widely. Mr. Brown remarked that he did 
 not care with what sort of dog he shot. He was 
 also indifferent as to whether he were placed on the 
 right, or on the left, or in the middle. He put a 
 couple of cartridges into the barrels of his breech- 
 loader, flung the gun up on his shoulder with quite 
 a jaunty air, and stalked forward erect and con- 
 fident. 
 
 Indeed, Mr. Brown lost none of this ease of 
 manner when a brace of the setters were uncoupled 
 and we began to move cautiously along a piece of 
 swampv ground lying at the base of a smooth green 
 hill. 
 
 " Those setters have been badly trained," he 
 remarked, with a cool air. " They are wild. 
 They will put up the birds out of shot. I can 
 foresee that they will. When once we reach 
 the dryer ground, where the grouse are sure to 
 be '' 
 
 He never finished the sentence. Old Dan the 
 pointer, who had given himself but one or two 
 brief preliminary scampers, was suddenly seen to 
 
Grouse-Shooting in yura, 119 
 
 curb his pace ; and then, after carefully advancing 
 a hw yards, he became motionless. As we 
 quickly and stealthily went up to him, he moved 
 not a muscle of his rigid frame — his neck and head 
 stretched forward, his tail stiff as a rod behind, his 
 fore leg hanging motionless in the air. As we got 
 near him, he began to draw on the birds ; and, 
 knowing that grouse run swiftly when caught in 
 grassy cover, we were looking well forward, when 
 a magnificent whirr almost underneath Dan^s nose 
 was followed by a hurried bang from Mr. Brown^s 
 gun. A heap of feathers tumbled on to the 
 ground ; and my excitable friend — forgetting the 
 example he was showing to the dogs — rushed 
 madly towards the spot, caught the bird, and 
 flourished it in the air. 
 
 But there was one man more excited than Mr. 
 Brown, and that was the gillie. In his first alarm 
 and rage at seeing my companion put up his gun 
 to shoot a black-cock, he had yelled out in Gaelic, 
 and now, in the same language, he was expostu- 
 lating with Mr. Brown on the appalling nature of 
 
120 Mr. Pisistratus Brown in the Highlands. 
 
 his conduct, while Weyland had positively to sit 
 down on a tuft of heather to give vent to prodi- 
 gious roars of laughter. Mr. Brown looked deeply 
 hurt. 
 
 " What have I done ? " he said. 
 
 In the mildest manner Weyland pointed out that 
 he had fired at a bird which, had it been a grouse, 
 would have belonged to me ; that he had killed a 
 black-cock after being warned that the time for 
 shooting that animal had not arrived ; and that 
 he had acted in a manner sufficient to have demo- 
 ralised the best setters or pointers ever bred and 
 trained. 
 
 " But, at all events, I have killed the bird," said 
 Mr. Brown gloomily. 
 
 He moved forward with less gaiety of demeanour 
 now. The setters which, in spite of his example, 
 had dropped very prettily when the bird rose, now 
 recommenced their light and active labours, and 
 the grave and more cautious Dan, keeping nearer 
 at home, worked the ground between them in a 
 most satisfactory manner. We were now getting 
 
Grouse-Shooting in yura. ill 
 
 up the hill towards a level plateau, and were near 
 the brow of the ascent when we flushed our 
 first pack. They rose to Mr. Brown's side, 
 perhaps at a distance of about twenty yards, and 
 after a start caused by the sudden noise, and a 
 stumbling about the stock of the gun, as if it had 
 caught in his waistcoat, we were surprised to see 
 the long steel barrels pointing in the direction of 
 the now disappearing grouse, and Mr. Brown 
 pulling at the trigger, without a vestige of sound 
 following. Then, with a fearful exclamation of 
 anger, my companion took down the breech-loader 
 and looked at it. He had forgotten to put in a 
 cartridge in place of the one fired at the black cock 
 — indeed, the hammer was still down on the barrel. 
 Weyland did not laugh this time; he was too much 
 annoyed. Mr. Brown's moroseness deepened, and 
 we went on. 
 
 One or two members of the pack had loitered 
 behind in the heather on the brow of the hill. Of 
 these a brace fell to Weyland's gun, and one bird, 
 getting up out of shot, made after its companions. 
 
122 Mr. Pi si St rat us Brown in the Highlands. 
 
 These we resolved on following, but taking care to 
 miss nothing on the way. 
 
 It appeared that the pack had been well scattered, 
 for we had just rounded one shoulder of the hill, when 
 up got a fine bird from under a big mass of rock 
 that jutted out from the hill-side. This, also, was 
 Mr. Brown's bird, but two barrels sent after him 
 scarcely caused him to swerve from his course, and 
 we could see the sunlight shimmering on his out- 
 stretched and tremulous wings as he sailed round 
 the entrance into the next valley. Weyland said 
 nothing. Mr. Brown was silent. But as we once 
 more moved on, the Member for Bourton-in-the- 
 Marsh, apparently grown reckless, began to hum 
 carelessly, "A hfe on the Ocean Wave." 
 
 " I wish you'd stop that row, and give other 
 people a chance, if you can't shoot yourself," said 
 Weyland, half in joke and half in irritated earnest. 
 
 " At all events," said Mr. Brown, stopping short 
 and drawing himself up, " at all events, I expected 
 to go shooting with gentlemen." 
 
 " Gentlemen be hanged ! " said the Member for 
 
Grouse-Shooting in Jura, 123 
 
 Slow, and at the same moment one of the setters 
 came upon a small pack of fine birds. The other 
 setter creeping forward a little too jealously, the 
 birds sprang up. Four of them fell; the fifth 
 went straight past Mr. Brown, at a distance of 
 about thirty-five yards, and sailed across the valley 
 to the opposite mountain. 
 
 " Why didn't you fire ? " asked Weyland of Mr. 
 Brown, when the retriever had brought back one 
 of the birds that had only been winged. 
 
 Mr. Brown did not answer. He glanced care- 
 lessly round, as if admiring the warm tints of the 
 hills, and the effect of the sunlight on the rocks 
 and heather. Then he said, with a slight air of 
 contempt, — 
 
 " I do not see the attractions of a sport that is 
 marked by indiscriminate slaughter, and by a good 
 deal of ill-temper. I do not desire to be proficient 
 in it. I can dispense with the fame of being an 
 accomplished butcher of harmless birds. You 
 may think it fine to kill grouse in that fashion; 
 but I would as soon shoot pigeons at Hurlingham." 
 
124 ■^^'' Pisistratus Brown in the Highlands. 
 
 " Shoot at them, you mean," said Mr. Weyland, 
 cruelly; and then the Member for Slow went over 
 to his friend, and pacified him, and apologized to 
 him, and got him into a good humour. This 
 incident took up a little time; but the fact was 
 that the terrible heat which was now beating down 
 made such stoppages far from ungrateful. Even 
 Donald, the gillie, remarked with a sigh, as he 
 mopped his face with his weather-beaten bonnet, 
 " It iss a most terrlple warm tay, as ever wass 
 seen." The redintegratio amoris between the two 
 faithful friends who had fallen out was marked by 
 the passing round of a flask of Lagavulln, and again 
 we urged on our wild career. 
 
 Certainly, there was no lack of sport. The 
 birds were plentiful, far from wild, and we were 
 lucky enough to get the packs well broken up, and 
 odd birds scored down, before attacking new 
 districts. But Mr. Brown never recovered from 
 the demoralization of his first mistakes. After 
 failing altogether to fire at one or two birds that 
 offered him easy shots, he was counselled to wake 
 
Grouse-Shooting in yura. 1 25 
 
 up his spirits by a dose of that mellow liquid which 
 had its origin In the island lying over there in the 
 blue sea. It is to be feared that the Member for 
 Bourton-in-the-Marsh took the advice too much 
 to heart, or it may have been that the Lagavulin 
 had an unusual effect on a system weakened by the 
 extreme heat, by disappointment, and despair. 
 Mr. Brown, M.P., took two deep draughts from 
 his own particular flask, and thereupon declared 
 that the day was but young yet. He had made 
 some blunders, doubtless ; but his hand was out. 
 He said there was nothing more beautiful than to 
 see a setter work the side of a hill in the stillness of 
 the midday sun. 
 
 Mr. Brown had just made this remark — In an 
 unnecessarily loud voice — when, some distance 
 ahead, a large black cock got up with a prodigious 
 clatter, and betook himself to the heights above. 
 Mr. Brown jumped, but did not put up his gun. 
 "Well done ! " said Weyland, approvingly. Alas ! 
 the very next moment there rose a grey hen, and 
 Mr. Brown, being deceived by the colour, fired 
 
126 Mr, Pisistratus Brown in the Highlands. 
 
 hastily. What was our astonishment to see the 
 bird — which was certainly fifty yards off — drop like 
 a stone ! When Mr. Brown was told what he 
 had done, he took no more shame to himself. 
 He snapped his fingers, and uttered a fiendish 
 laugh. 
 
 " Black cock, white cock," he said, gaily, " red 
 grouse or grey grouse, ptarmigan, snipe, caper- 
 cailzie, or stags a hundred feet high, I'll kill 'em all 
 —I'll kill 'em all ! " 
 
 The Member for Slow regarded his friend with a 
 stupified air. 
 
 " Com.e along," said Mr. Brown lightly. 
 "What's the use of drawing fine distinctions? 
 We're outraging all humanitarian notions in 
 making the killing of birds an amusement, and 
 we may as well go in for unbridled licence. What 
 can a few days matter to a black cock ? Come 
 along — let's have plenty of shooting — at anything ! 
 Wake 'em up, old MacPhairson, or MacDuncan, 
 or whatever they call you. Hal" 
 
 And bang went Mr. Brown^s gun at a fine cock 
 
Grouse-Shooting In 'Jura. 127 
 
 grouse which his loud talking had put up almost 
 out of range. Yet again the reckless Member of 
 Parliament brought down his quarry ; and again he 
 uttered a wild laugh of triumph. 
 
 " You can't deny that's a grouse, can you ? " he 
 exclaimed, fiercely thrusting in another cartridge. 
 " Forward, you chieftain of the clan MacGillie 
 Galium ! I will slay every wild animal in the 
 island of Jura before I have done with you.''' 
 
 The success of Mr. Brown was truly surprising; 
 but it was not to be wondered at that no one else 
 got a shot. His jubilant cries and his urging on of 
 the dogs — in spite of the angry expostulations of 
 Mr. Weyland, and the plaintive remonstrances of 
 the gillie — put up the birds at extraordinary dis- 
 tances, while his luck in firing recklessly at them 
 was marvellous. The more disgusted his com- 
 panions were, the more wildly Mr. Brown laughed, 
 until we wondered v/hat demon out of Der Fre'i- 
 schutz had transformed the ordinarily quiet and 
 amiable Member for Bourton-in-the-Marsh. At 
 last he flung himself down on the heather, placed 
 
128 Air. Phistratus Brozvn in the Highlands. 
 
 his gun beside him, and waved his cap over his 
 head. 
 
 " How many have I killed, slain, mangled, and 
 extirpated ? A hundred brace, if I have touched 
 a feather ! And you say I can't shoot, you 
 counter-jumpers, who can't touch a bird unless 
 you're near enough to put salt on his tail. I'll 
 tell you what I'll do with you, merely to give you 
 a chance. I shall stop here and smoke a cigar for 
 an hour or so, and you can come back this way. 
 Donald, Dougal, Duncan, or Alexander Mac- 
 Tavish, you leave those hordes of slain here, and 
 go on with the dogs ! " 
 
 When we returned that way, some two hours 
 thereafter, Mr. Brown, M.P., was fast asleep on 
 the hill-side, his cap over his face, and his head 
 surrounded by a halo of killed grouse, that were 
 lying in picturesque groups on the heather. He 
 awoke with an air of bewildered surprise, but 
 assented eagerly to our proposal that — in view of the 
 excessive and insufferable heat — we should give up 
 shooting for the day, and return to the Kittiwake 
 
Grouse-Shooting in yiira. 129 
 
 for luncheon. Very proudly did he march down 
 the glen; and as we sat In the stern of the Kltti- 
 wake that afternoon, and talked of his day's per- 
 formances, Mr. Brown, M.P., took a cigar from 
 his mouth, and airily offered to shoot grouse, for a 
 bet, against any man In or out of the Hebrides. 
 
CHAPTER XII. 
 
 AMONG THE MOUNTAIN HARES, 
 
 "This," said Mr. Brown, M. P., "is enjoy- 
 ment." 
 
 We had gone ashore after dinner, and wandered 
 along the rough coast-road in the falhng twilight. 
 Mr. Brown was now seated on a huge boulder of 
 rock, out at a promontory that jutted into the sea, 
 and, as he calmly smoked his cigar, he listened to 
 the sound of the waves around him, as they plashed 
 on the stony beach. In the cold green light that 
 filled the sky the stars were not yet visible ; but 
 the darkness was sufficient to show us certain 
 glittering orange points along the opposite shores of 
 Islay, where the lights of Port-Ascaig burned yellow 
 in the dusk. The air was filled with the odour of 
 
Among the Mountain Hares. 131 
 
 the seaweed. As the darkness deepened we heard 
 the calling of the sea-birds far out at sea ; and the 
 islands of Colonsay and Oronsay, that had lain like 
 masses of cloud along the horizon, now wholly 
 disappeared. There was no sign of life around us 
 but the green and red lights of the Kittiwake, 
 that sent two quivering lines of colour down 
 on the moving plain. 
 
 " Here," said Mr. Brown, in an absent way, 
 "we can think of something better than kiUing 
 harmless deer and slaughtering frightened birds. 
 We forget the stupid and boorish exhilaration 
 of the chase, and seek the calm and pensive con- 
 templation of the sea. Do you think that any 
 man could live by the sea, and fail to be a poet ? 
 Look at it now — listen to the distant calling of 
 the waves, as if they were holding some wild 
 Walpurgis night out there in the darkness. If I 
 had lived on the shores of Crinan, like Campbell, 
 I, too, might have written something like that 
 splendid sea-song which is the only national hymn 
 worthy of the name that we have got j and 
 
132 Mr. Pisistratus Brown in the Highlands. 
 
 who could dwell among these lonely islands with- 
 out imagining such visionary stories and legends 
 as that K^^ the Maid of Colonsay ? What is the 
 beginning of it? — 
 
 On Jura's heath how sweetly swell 
 The murmurs of the mountain Lee ! 
 
 How softly mourns the writhed shell 
 Of Jura's shore, its parent sea ! 
 
 But softer floating o'er the deep, 
 
 The mermaid's sweet sea-soothing lay. 
 
 That charmed the dancing waves to sleep 
 Before the barque of Colonsay ! 
 
 Don't you think there is the sound of the sea in 
 it — the melancholy and monotonous falling of waves 
 on the shore ? But we who have our duties else- 
 where — we who are driven to dwell on Factory 
 Bills, and Militia Bills, and Gas and Water Bills, 
 and Bills for the repression of ruffianism at elections 
 — we who are cooped up in the hottest weather in 
 that hushed and gloomy chamber, with the lights in 
 the roof making all our faces of the colour of faded 
 butter— what chance have we of walking by the 
 shore, and having our brain filled with dreams, and 
 
Among the Mountain Hares, 133 
 
 constructing some v/Ild adventure with a mermaid, 
 or a banshee, or some such unholy and mystic 
 daughter of Heth ? " 
 
 The Member for Slow struck a vesuvian on the 
 rock, and Mi. Brown gave a violent start. Then 
 he said in a peevish tone — 
 
 " Of course, you want suitable companions with 
 you, even to enjoy a brief glimpse of the sea. 
 There are some men who care for nothing but 
 eating, drinking, and killing other animals " 
 
 " Meaning me," remarked the Member for 
 Slow. 
 
 This excess of humility on the part of Mr. Wey- 
 land suddenly disarmed the Member for Bourton- 
 in-the-Marsh. Mr. Brown protested that he ha 
 been misunderstood. He did not seek to condemn 
 the sports of the field, in moderation. As for 
 Weyland himself, he was one of the very plea- 
 santest companions, said Mr. Brown, a man could 
 meet ; and how could we be sufficiently indebted to 
 him for his hospitality ? 
 
 " All right, old boy," said Weyland, " but you 
 
134 -^f' P'tsistratus Brown in the Highlands. 
 
 are indebted to Hulishtaveg, not to me ; he has 
 given you a couple of days' excellent deer-shooting ; 
 and the gillie told me that the district we shot over 
 to-day is the best piece of grouse-shooting Maclean 
 has got." 
 
 " Grouse-shooting," observed Mr. Brown, with 
 the tone of a connoisseur, " is neither so noble nor 
 so picturesque a pastime as the shooting of red- 
 deer. When we were to-day pottering about the 
 hill-sides up there, I was longing to catch even a 
 glimpse of the lofty and desolate region in which 
 we shot the deer yesterday. But doubtless it was 
 miles away ; or perhaps a single chain of those 
 splendid hills removed it, as it were, into another 
 world." 
 
 At this moment we heard a voice calling out of 
 the darkness, and, having answered the summons, 
 there cam^e down towards us the tall figure of 
 Donald. 
 
 " I will pring you a message from Mester Mac- 
 lean, and he wass sayin if you would like to go 
 and shoot sa hares sa morn's mornin\ We hef a 
 
Among the Mountain Hares. 135 
 
 good many hares where it will not frighten either 
 sa deer or sa grouse, and he says you are ferry 
 welcome." 
 
 Mr. Brown, M.P., turned round on his pinnacle 
 of rock. 
 
 " Donald," he said, " you will inform Mr. 
 Maclean that we do not know how to thank him 
 for his kindness ; that we accept his invitation with 
 gratitude j and that we shall meet you at a reason- 
 able and decent hour to-morrow morning — say nine 
 o'clock — at any point to which you may bring the 
 dogs." 
 
 " Sa tawgs ? " said Donald, in a stupified way, 
 " what wass you wantin' tawgs for ? " 
 
 " My good man," replied Mr. Brown, with 
 gracious condescension, " Providence not having 
 gifted us English people with the nose of a setter 
 or pointer, how do you expect us to seek out hares 
 on the side of a Highland hill ? " 
 
 Here, however, Mr. Weyland interfered, and 
 endeavoured to save Mr, Brown's reputation for 
 sanity by treating the whole matter as a joke. 
 
136 Mr, Pisistratus Brown in the Highlands, 
 
 Donald was asked to meet us next morning ; and 
 then we returned to the yacht. 
 
 Next day we were again favoured with clear 
 and beautiful weather, and there was a slight 
 breeze coming in from the sea, which promised to 
 make the climbing of the hills less broiling work 
 than it had proved the day before. Mr. Brown 
 had sat up till twelve on the previous night to 
 make an abundance of cartridges, so that his 
 pockets, as well as his belt, were liberally pro- 
 vided. He had formed an idea that we should 
 have a good deal of shooting. 
 
 " Not that I consider hare-shooting an exciting 
 thing," as we left the shore-road and began to 
 climb up a rocky path leading by a small cottage. 
 " Hare-shooting I look upon as the tamest of 
 field sports. You probe up an unfortunate animal 
 from a tuft of grass, it runs straight before you, 
 and never dodges, and who but the merest tyro 
 could miss it ? " 
 
 " Did you ever shoot blue hares ? " said Mr. 
 Wevland. 
 
Atnong the Mountain Hares. 137 
 
 " No, nor pink rhinoceroses," said Mr. Brown, 
 contemptuously ; for he evidently did not believe 
 in the existence of blue hares. 
 
 By the time, however, that we reached the foot 
 of the hill where Donald and a boy, both armed 
 with long saugh rods, were waiting for us, Mr. 
 Weyland had delivered such a lecture on the habits 
 and characteristics of the lepus variabilis that Mr. 
 Brown was prepared to find it green as well as 
 blue. Indeed, when he fully understood that he ' 
 was about to engage in the pursuit of a wild moun- 
 tain creature his face became more grave. Was 
 this the hare, he asked, that turned white in the 
 winter, and lived in the region of ptarmigan, 
 Arctic bears, and perpetual snow ? 
 
 We began to ascend. Our course, in the first 
 instance, lay up the side of a little ravine, down 
 which a brown stream was prattling lightly ; and 
 then we got up on the first shoulder of the hill. 
 Here a brace of black game got up, but Mr. 
 Brown showed admirable steadiness, and allowed 
 them to sail away unharmed to some distant place 
 
138 Mr. Pisistratus Broiun in the Highlands. 
 
 of safety. Donald and his assistant still walked 
 on. 
 
 " Hadn^t we better try this piece of swamp ? " 
 said my friend, who was apparently rather hot and 
 considerably blown. 
 
 " It iss no use," said Donald carelessly. " Sa 
 hares in sa goot tays keep up sa hill." 
 
 He had scarcely spoken when Mr. Brown 
 uttered a terrific shout. Some forty yards ahead 
 of us a hare had got up from behind a tuft of 
 rushes ; and just as we caught sight of her, Wey- 
 land had put up his gun. The next second the 
 hare had rolled twice over on the spongy ground, 
 and lay there. 
 
 " It wass a goot shot," said Donald gravely ; 
 " it wass as ferry goot a shot as I will have seen 
 for many a tay." 
 
 Mr. Brown walked briskly up to the boy, who 
 was now running back with the prize. 
 
 " That isn't a blue hare, any way," he remarked 
 confidently. 
 
 "But It is," said Weyland, " and nothing else." 
 
Among the Mountain Hares. 139 
 
 " Oh, very well/' replied my friend ; " if you 
 like to call a dark-grey hare a blue hare, you need 
 stop at nothing. Outside the slang of sporting 
 men, blue is blue, and grey is grey ; but if in 
 shooting grey is blue, and blue is grey, why don't 
 you talk of green deer and orange snipe ? If this 
 is the wonderful prodigy we have come to shoot, I 
 don't anticipate much difficulty. As far as I can 
 make out, it goes on four legs just like an ordinary 
 hare ; and indeed is so uncommonly like an ordi- 
 nary hare that a charge of No. 6 shot won't find 
 out the difference." 
 
 Mr. Brown smiled complacently with the air of 
 having said a good thing, and then we set to work 
 to gain the second shoulder of the hill. Here 
 some greater caution was observed ; and, indeed, 
 we had just put our heads over the crest of the 
 ascent when Donald signalled to Mr. Brown to 
 come near him. The Member for Bourton-in 
 the-Marsh took his gun down from his shoulder, 
 and, grasping It with both hands, crept forward, 
 Donald pointed to a thick tuft of dried grass that 
 
140 Mr. Phi stratus Brown in the Highlands. 
 
 stood by the edge of one of those long black 
 drains that have now been cut through so many of 
 the mountainous sheep -pastures of Scotland. 
 From our point of view nothing was visible behind 
 the yellow tuft of grass, but, as Donald was 
 evidently anxious to let Mr. Brown get a shot, we 
 waited to see him advance. What was our 
 astonishment to see our friend suddenly put up 
 his gun to his shoulder and fire. Nothing had 
 stirred. We saw Mr. Brown rush forward, and 
 then, with a triumphant gesture, he held up some 
 dark object in the air. 
 
 " Look here, Donald,^' said the Member for 
 Slow, with perceptible irritation in his voice. 
 '' Why didn't you stop him ? When a man is such 
 a fool as to shoot a hare sitting in her form, why 
 on earth didn't you stop him ? " 
 
 " Cash pless me ! " said Donald, in a wondering 
 way, " I tit not know he wass goln' to fire." 
 
 " This Is rather too bad, you know. Brown," 
 said Weyland, with Ill-concealed disgust, when the 
 Member for Bourton-In-the-Marsh came back to us. 
 
Ainong the Mountain Hares. 141 
 
 " What is too bad ? " said Mr. Brown indis:- 
 
 o 
 
 nantly. " Shooting a hare, when you get the 
 opportunity ? You think I ought to have let her 
 run and then shot her ? Admirable logic ! What 
 does the hare care for that few yards' scamper, and 
 an extra minute of life ? Giving her a chance for 
 her life ! Why, what a childish superstition that 
 is, as if there were a bargain between you and the 
 hare, or as if the hare appreciated your courtesy. 
 Let me remind you, my dear friend, that all these 
 fantastic notions are of modern and spurious growth. 
 Our ancestors shot how, when, and where they 
 could ; and none of them thought of setting birds 
 into the air to have a chance of winging a dozen of 
 'em. No ; they shot them fairly and completely 
 on the ground, and ate them afterwards. You, 
 yourself, when you steal up to a stag, do you force 
 it into the air before you fire at it ? Clear your 
 mind of cant, Weyland. For my part I put aside 
 these ridiculous theories and superstitions — the 
 sham metaphysics of the sporting parson ! " 
 
 Here Mr. Brown took a drink, and we went on. 
 
142 Mr. Pisistratus Brown in the Highlands. 
 
 The noise of the shot had startled a flock of the 
 pretty little Highland sheep that had been quietly 
 feeding at the further end of this plateau, and a 
 stampede had taken place, the nimble little animals 
 trotting lightly along the bare eminences and down 
 rocky gullies with a singular speed. Now they 
 stood at different points and looked back, looking 
 very picturesque with their small black heads, 
 their curled horns, and big, intelligent eyes. We 
 traversed the whole extent of this plateau without 
 finding anything (a small pack of grouse got up 
 out of shot), and then we betook ourselves to still 
 higher ground. 
 
 Here the ascent was very rugged ; masses of 
 grey rock, with an occasional white vein of quartz 
 glimmering In it, stood out from the side of the hill, 
 and seemed to bar all progress. But it was here 
 that our day's shooting properly began ; and In 
 something less than half an hour we had picked off 
 three hares that were scuttling away among the 
 rocks as we cautiously ascended. None of these 
 had fallen to Mr. Brown's gun j indeed, he was too 
 
Arnong the Mountain Hares, 143 
 
 busy climbing to think of firing ; and when we 
 had reached the top of the rocks he proposed we 
 should rest awhile, and have some brief snatch of 
 luncheon, which Donald carried. The five hares 
 were unslung from the stick and laid on the 
 heather ; the sandwiches were brought forth, and 
 Mr. Brown produced his flask. 
 
 It was excessively hot. The slight breeze from 
 the sea had died down — there was not enough left 
 to stir the slow column of blue smoke ascending 
 from the bowl of Mr. Brown's meerschaum. The 
 sun seemed to scorch the close grass and heather 
 on the rounded shoulders of the hill, and the rocks 
 seemed as if they would splinter In the fierce heat. 
 In the silence that succeeded luncheon we could 
 hear only the bleating of the sheep far below us, 
 and the distant, trickling of the burn. It is pro- 
 bable, indeed, that sleep would have overtaken the 
 whole party had not Mr. Brown been seen to grasp 
 his gun stealthily. We turned. The next 
 moment we saw him level the weapon at a hare 
 which had just then caught sight of us and was 
 
144 ■^^' Pi si stratus Brown in the Highlands, 
 
 darting up towards the rocks above. Bang ! went 
 the first barrel ; a cloud of smoke rose from a piece 
 of rock some two yards behind the hare. Bang ! 
 went the second barrel, and Mr. Brown, gazing 
 eagerly through the smoke, found that he had 
 actually killed his quarry. " Well shot ! " called 
 out Mr. Weyland ; and then the Member for 
 Bourton-in-the-Marsh laid down his gun quietly, 
 and said, with a splendid affectation of indifference, 
 " Boy, go and fetch that hare." 
 
 He took up his pipe again and smoked on peace- 
 fully. 
 
 " It was a remarkably good shot," said Mr. 
 Weyland. 
 
 " Oh, passable," replied our friend. 
 
 " How did you catch sight of him in time ? " 
 
 ••' I don^t generally sleep in th^ middle of the 
 day," said Mr. Brown, adding in a minute or two, 
 " I am not ashamed to confess that I am rather 
 pleased to have shot this hare. We have now two 
 each J and I have learned that the speed of the moun- 
 tain hare is not quite a synonyme for lightning." 
 
Among the Mountain Hares. 145 
 
 " You underrate your skill," said Weyland, 
 good-naturedly. " That hare just now was going 
 an uncommonly good pace." 
 
 " Oh, all you have to do is to aim well forward 
 — well forward," remarked Mr. Brown, seriously. 
 " There is nothing I hate so much as to see a hare 
 or a rabbit shot in the hind legs — it is so very 
 unsportsmanlike. With a little practice, you know, 
 I think I could pick up my old knack of quick 
 shooting. Ah ! you ought to have been with the 
 shooting-parties in the Black Forest that I used to 
 go down to from Heidelberg in my student-days. 
 There you have to keep your wits about you, when 
 you've got to tell between the bucks and the does 
 as they go past you like lightning. By the way, 
 did you ever hear ' Im Wald und auf der Haide ' ? " 
 
 The Member for Slow said he had not ; where- 
 upon our friend promised to sing it for us that 
 night. And he was as good as his word. When, 
 after the day^s shooting — we only got two more 
 hares during the whole of the afternoon — we sat 
 down to dinner, Mr. Brown described to Hulish- 
 
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146 Afr. Pisistratus Brown in the Highlands. 
 
 taveg, in the most vivacious manner, the pic- 
 turesque shooting-parties of the Prince von 
 Fiirstenberg, and then in the course of the 
 evening he not only sung us " Im Wald und auf 
 der Haide," but also, in tremulous and sentimental 
 tones, the old and sad storf of the " Zerbrochene 
 Ringlein." Mr. Brown was now fairly in the land 
 of poetry and romance. He forgot all about the 
 Customs Clerks' grievances. He appealed to Mr. 
 Maclean to say whether that song of the broken 
 ring was not fit to move a whole nation to tears, 
 and Hulishtaveg replied gravely, 
 
 " Oh, it iss a ferry goot song — a ferr)^ goot song, 
 whatever. And sa words o't will pe ferry like sa 
 Gallic — oh, ferry like sa Gallic, mirover. And I 
 trink your ferry goot health, Mester Prown, and 
 hope you will often come again to sa Jura Hills.'* 
 
CHAPTER XIII. 
 
 MR. BROWN, M.P., AT A HIGHLAND WEDDING. 
 
 Once more the stately Kittlwake spread forth 
 her white wings to the breeze, and, like the sea- 
 bird that she was, made out for the sea. Maclean, 
 of Hulishtaveg, stood on the beach, and waved his 
 bonnet in adieu — the sunlight showing us his white 
 hair and stalwart form defined against the dark 
 shadow of a rock. 
 
 " Farewell, brave son of the hills," said Mr. 
 Brown, M.P., holding on by the rattlings, and 
 talking in a mock-heroic tone, which had never- 
 theless something of tenderness and truth in itj 
 " farewell, thou venerable and kindly patriarch, 
 whose frame has the strength and the dignity of 
 thy native mountains; whose hair is as white as 
 the mist that hangs around them; whose nature 
 
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148 Mr. Pislstratus Brown in the Highlands. 
 
 is as warm and as genial as the sunshine that now 
 falls over this blue sea. Think of him, Weyland, 
 living in this lonely island, without a relative left 
 him in the world, passing the long and dreary 
 winters in-doors by himself, having never mixed in 
 the crowded cities of the south, and yet bearing 
 himself towards his servants, towards his associates, 
 and towards strangers with the courtesy, and grace, 
 and dignity of a perfect gentleman. And I wish there 
 were more such gentlemen as he among our aristo- 
 cracy, and that our House of Lords could show on 
 its benches a dozen men as good as old Hulishtaveg ! " 
 
 " I wish youM let the House of Lords alone,'* 
 said Mr. Weyland, sharply. 
 
 " I don't wonder you are anxious to shield them 
 from criticism," said the Member for Bourton-in- 
 the-Marsh, with a splendid air of contempt — " the 
 ridiculous old nincompoops. I suppose theyVe 
 sitting out on their lawns just now, in easy chairs, 
 wheezing asthmatically in the sunshine, listening to 
 other people shooting in their fields, and feebly 
 endeavouring to sip beef tea." 
 
Mr, Brown at a Highland Wedding. 149 
 
 " I presume you are not troubled with many- 
 lords among your relatives, or youM know more 
 about 'em," remarked the Member for Slow, with 
 anger gathering in his eyes. 
 
 Mr. Brown laughed gaily. 
 
 "My name," he said, " is a right good old Saxon 
 one. There were Browns in this country before 
 ever a Norman thief set his foot on our shores, and 
 there will be Browns in this country when the 
 effigy of the last of the barons shall have been 
 carted up to Madame Tussaud's, and the skeleton 
 of the last duke placed in the British Museum 
 among the Megatheria ! Allay your wrath, Wey- 
 land. Brown is a good name. The first man who 
 wore it earned it because he was, in actual point of 
 fact, brown; but the first man who was called 
 duke was probably an imbecile courtier no more fit 
 to lead an army than to cook a beefsteak." 
 
 " It appears to me," remarked Mr. Weyland, 
 slowly, " that you have had your head turned by 
 the sight of the stag's horns that Maclean sent 
 down. I don't mean to answer you according to 
 
150 A4r. Pi si stratus Brown i?i the Highlands. 
 
 your folly. The House of Lords is the most 
 firmly fixed institution in the country; and I don't 
 suppose the axis of the earth will be altered by the 
 scraping of a mouse." 
 
 "'Gree, bairns, 'gree ! " said the Glasgow bailie, 
 " it is jist by ordinar to hear twa raisonable 
 crayturs argy-bargying like that on a braw, fine 
 mornin' when they micht as weel be lookin' aboot 
 and enjoyin' theirsels. Hoose o' Loards! Bless 
 me — what's the Hoose o' Loards to a man that's 
 up in the Soond o' Jura! On a day like this, I 
 wauldna fash my thoomb for twenty Hooses of 
 Loards ! " 
 
 No living man had ever before heard the bailie 
 make so long a speech. He instantly relapsed into 
 silence, and, having fixed on his spectacles, betook 
 himself to his newspaper. Weyland busied himself 
 with the tiller, and kept his eye directed towards 
 the small harbour of Port-Ascaig, for which we 
 were bound. The Member for Bourton-in-the- 
 Marsh lit a cigar, went up to the bow, and pro- 
 ceeded lazily to scan the prospect before him — the 
 
Mr. Brown at a Highland Wedding. 151 
 
 far stretch of white sea away to the south, where 
 Gigha (pronounced Yeea) and Cantire lay blue in 
 the haze. And then the Kittiwake glided into the 
 small bay, the pinnace was brought round, and in 
 a few minutes we were on the shores of Islay. 
 The bailie had remained behind. He was opposed 
 to violent exercise, and so, instead of joining us in 
 a ride across the island to meet the Kittiwake in 
 Loch-indaal, he preferred to make the full circuit 
 with the yacht. 
 
 It was with some difficulty that we procured the 
 three animals we required to take us across, and 
 there was even more trouble about getting the neces- 
 sary harness. In our quest we were much helped 
 by the ferryman who runs a small boat between 
 Port-Ascaig and Jura. At last the steeds were 
 forthcoming; and very sorry-looking creatures they 
 were — rough raw-boned brutes, that looked melan- 
 choly for want of the familiar cart-shafts, and yet 
 allowed us to mount with a docile resignation that 
 was almost pathetic. Indeed, what with Weyland's 
 yachting costume of blue and brass buttons, and 
 
152 Mr. Pisistratus Brown in the Highlands, 
 
 Mr. Brown's suit of light grey tartan, completed 
 with a Glengarry cap and a cigar, it is to be feared 
 that our procession — as we left the small and 
 thoroughly astonished village — was more remarkable 
 for variety and picturesqueness than for any defer- 
 ence to the customs of civilized life ; and Mr. 
 Brown, as he gently entreated his charger to ascend 
 the hill lying behind Port-Ascaig, could not forbear 
 speculating on the reception which would have been 
 accorded to us in Hyde-park on some pleasant 
 forenoon in July. But the quiet and simple 
 Highland folk about saw nothing peculiar in our 
 appearance ; and the ferryman aforesaid, on our 
 leaving, hinted that we were probably going over to 
 the marriage at Bridge-end. 
 
 " What marriage ? " said Mr. Brown. 
 
 " Oh, it will pe shist sa marriage o' John Mac- 
 Dougal, sa tailor frae Greenock, wi sa tochter o' 
 Sligan-dubh. Sey are koin to pe married at sa 
 inn.^' 
 
 " Why, the very inn we proposed to stay at," 
 remarked Mr. Brown, in alarm ; " and I suppose 
 
Mr. Brozvn at a Highland IVedding, 153 
 
 it will be filled with the whole clan MacDougal, 
 including a dozen pipers/' 
 
 We did not desist from our project, however ; 
 and in course of time we found ourselves up amid 
 the lonely flats of Islay, with the air around us filled 
 with the resinous odour of the sweet-gale, the most 
 fragrant of all the marsh-plants. The three horses 
 we had borrowed were not subjected to a severe 
 pace ; on the contrary-, they were allowed to walk 
 so leisurely for the most part of the journey that 
 we found it more convenient and more pleasant to 
 descend and lead them. By this time the two 
 members of Parliament had made up the bnef 
 quarrel of the morning ; and Mr. Brown was 
 eno-ao-ed in detailing; to his friend such of the 
 grievances of the Customs clerks as he had alreadv 
 been made familiar with. His study of the docu- 
 ments had been postponed by unavoidable causes ; 
 but he had nevertheless a vague notion of the 
 subject, and perhaps satisfied his conscience by 
 talkino; of what he knew. There was not much 
 else to attract attention. The interior of Islay is 
 
154 ^^' Ptslstratus Brown in the Highlands, 
 
 far from being as picturesque as Jura. It consists 
 chiefly of undulating moorland, here and there 
 broken up by the bed of a stream, and showing an 
 occasional cottage or farm-house, the fields sur- 
 rounding which stretch out into the black and 
 unclaimed morass. The road was most desolate. 
 Scarcely a human being was to be seen for miles. 
 But at last we beheld a wondrous sight in this 
 solitude — a long string of people, in gay dresses, 
 coming up the road in pairs, and preceded by two 
 pipers. And while they were yet distant we heard 
 the strange, wild music of the pipes, that had some- 
 thing in its peculiar wail and skirl that seemed 
 appropriate to this savage wilderness. As we drew 
 nearer the music resolved itself into an air, and we 
 knew that this was the wedding-party, for the pipes 
 were playing no pibroch of Locheil, but the familiar 
 Lowland^ tune of "Wooed and married and a'." 
 After the pipers came the bridegroom and bride, 
 the former a tall young fellow, whose pale face and 
 slight figure contrasted strongly with the browned, 
 bearded, and thickset men who followed in the 
 
Mr. Brown at a Highland Wedding . 155 
 
 procession. The bride was a fresh and healthy- 
 looking lass, with rosy cheeks, dark hair, and dark 
 blue eyes, who blushed prodigiously at the jokes 
 which were being shouted by the company. 
 Immediately behind the wedded pair came the best- 
 man, arm-in-arm with the chief bridesmaid, and 
 then followed the string of friends and relatives, 
 the old people winding up the procession. 
 
 As we got near them they turned into a house 
 that stood a short distance from the way-side; but 
 the best-man remained for a second or two until 
 we came up, and insisted on our drinking the good 
 health of the young couple. In answer to Mr. 
 Brown's inquiries he explained that this was his 
 house ; that they were going to remain there for an 
 hour or two before going on to the bridegroom's 
 father's farm; that the marriage had taken place 
 down at Bridge-end Inn, and that the tall tailor was 
 a great favourite, for he had come a fortnight in 
 advance of the marriage, and, gone round to the 
 houses of his friends, and presented them each with 
 a day's sewing. The best-man pointed to his own 
 
156 Mr. Pisistratus B?'own in the Highlands. 
 
 coat and waistcoat — garments composed of thick 
 and rough homespun cloth — as an evidence of 
 MacDougal's skill ; and added that, in return, he 
 thought the least he could do was to send on three 
 gallons of the best Lagavulin whisky to Mac- 
 Dougal's father's farm. 
 
 " There will pe sa great doins there this nicht," 
 he said. " There will pe forty or fifty folk there, 
 and there is two fiddlers comin' ower frae Bow- 
 more, besides sa twa pipers. It will pe a ferry goot 
 weddin' whatever; and sa minister — he took a glass 
 o' whusky wi us, and said that Bella was as braw a 
 lass as he had married for years and years tagether. 
 Wass you koin to Bridge-end or Bowmore ? " 
 
 " We are going to Bridge-end," replied Mr. 
 Brown, in a bland manner, *•' but we are not in any 
 hurry; and if you would be kind enough to let us 
 join your party for a short time, I should be de- 
 lighted to send down to Bridge-end for another 
 gallon of Lagavulin." 
 
 The small blue eyes in the sunburned face were 
 opened to their fullest extent. 
 
Mr. Brown at a Highland JVeddlng. 157 
 
 " What wass you sayin* ? More whusky ? 
 Cash pless me, our whusky is ferry goot — oh, 
 ferry goot whusky ! What wass you wantin' to 
 send to Bridge-end for ? — but come in to sa hoose 
 — come in to sa hoose — and you will find it ferry 
 goot whusky whatever." 
 
 We abandoned our steeds to the care of an 
 urchin; but, instead of going into the house, went 
 up into the yard, whither nearly all the party had 
 preceded us. Here two " four-some reels " were 
 being danced with immense vigour, the piper stand- 
 ing firm and erect, blowing lustily, and tapping on 
 the ground with his foot in time with the wild 
 music. And when this performer — an old man, 
 with long grey hair, who was the only person 
 present wearing kilts — was marched up to the chair 
 on which a cask of Lagavulin was placed, his post 
 was occupied by one of the guests, who had found 
 an old violin somewhere. Why was it that all the 
 young folk sprang up when he began to play ? 
 Mr. Brown, M.P., snapping his fingers in time to 
 the music, and laughing prodigiously, and crying. 
 
158 Mr. P'lsistratus Brown In the Highlands. 
 
 " Hey ! '' occasionally, as some strapping young 
 fellow gave a grand pirouette in the air, was sud- 
 denly startled by the departure of the violin into a 
 series of discordant shrieks. Lo ! the reel stopped. 
 Each of the bearded dancers caught his partner, 
 and, after a little rough by-play, succeeded in im- 
 printing a kiss on her rosy and blushing cheek. 
 And then the violin returned to its more decorous 
 duties J the reel was recommenced ; and the couples 
 danced on until they were tired, and until the men 
 were ready for another dram. 
 
 Mr. Brown, M.P., was subsequently introduced 
 to the bride j but, as her stock of English was very 
 limited, her share in the conversation chiefly con- 
 sisted of blushing. The old people were very 
 pleased to have strangers grace the ceremony ; but 
 here again there were obstacles, for all the English 
 the bride's mother knew was, " Coot tay, sir, coot 
 tay \ " It was, however, pointed out to the 
 Member for Bourton-in-the-Marsh that he was 
 delaying the procession, which had yet about a 
 dozen miles of rough moorland and bog to get 
 
Mr. Broiv?i at a Highland Wedding. 159 
 
 over 5 and so, as we got on our horses again, out 
 came the two pipers and the fiddler — all playing at 
 once — the company once more divided Itself into 
 pairs, and away they went along the road, with 
 many a laugh and a joke. The best-man, who 
 was certainly excited, shook hands with us in a 
 most affectionate manner on parting ; and Indeed It 
 seemed probable that he would shed tears. 
 
 When we got down to Bridge-end Inn we found 
 that the excitement caused by the marriage had not 
 subsided there. Some friends from the northern 
 side of the Island, who could not go all the way, 
 had remained In the Inn, and they, too, had a piper. 
 The marriage had been solemnised In the public- 
 room of the place — chairs and tables having been 
 cleared out j and in this empty room the remaining 
 visitors were now holding high jinks — dancing, 
 drinking, and joking, while In the corner an old 
 man was singing, to a select audience, in a shrill, 
 quavering key, some song which was probably of 
 his own composition. Our host informed us that 
 they would soon start on their homeward journey. 
 
l6o Mr. Pisistratus Brown in the Highlands. 
 
 piper and all ; and so, having arranged about 
 getting the three chargers returned to Port-Ascaig, 
 we set off for an afternoon stroll. 
 
 Issuing from the trees round Bridge-end we 
 came in sight of the broad waters of Loch-indaal 
 (pronounced Loch-indawl, the accent on the last 
 syllable), with the small town of Bowmore sending 
 up a faint cloud of blue smoke into the evening 
 sky. There was a stiff breeze blowing up from 
 the west, and a small sailing-boat — probably a ferry 
 between Bowmore and the other side of the loch — 
 was dipping well to the waves and scattering the 
 white foam from her bows. Of course, there were 
 as yet no tidings of the Kittiwake ; and we could 
 only imagine her making head against the wind 
 away on the northern side of the island, with our 
 friend the Glasgow bailie looking out on the open 
 waters of the Atlantic or gazing down into the 
 south to find on the misty horizon the pale blue 
 line of the Irish coast. 
 
CHAPTER XIV. 
 
 HOMEWARD BOUND. 
 
 While the Kittiwake lay In Loch Indaal a batch 
 of letters arrived; and among them was one which 
 seemed to cause Mr. Brown, M. P., some concern. 
 By the aid of a telescope, he had been endeavouring 
 to make out the Irish coast; but now he came aft, 
 laid down the glass, and informed us gravely that 
 
 Mr. had sent him an invitation to go shooting 
 
 in Berkshire. Now this Mr. is a Cabinet 
 
 Minister, and there were many reasons, said Mr. 
 Brown, why the invitation should be at once 
 accepted. 
 
 " I should have thought Cabinet Ministers had 
 had enough of Berkshire," said the Member for 
 Slow, with a sneer. " Why doesn't he ask you to 
 go shooting in Hampshire ? But, if you must go, 
 
1 62 Mr. Pisistratus Brovjn in the Highlands. 
 
 don't be in a hurry. I will take you back to 
 Greenock, and there you can get the London train. 
 Besides, you know, you have to call in at Arran 
 for your kilts." 
 
 " True," said Mr. Brown, thoughtfully. " And 
 there is another reason why a day or two's delay 
 might be advisable. Somehow or other I have 
 never been able to study those papers I brought 
 away with me, you know, referring to the griev- 
 ances of the Customs clerks. Here is a capital 
 opportunity. A day or tv/o devoted to them v/ill 
 be time well spent; for then I shall go up to 
 Berkshire with the subject fresh in my mind, and 
 
 be able to lay it before ■ . Indeed, I am very 
 
 glad that I have so far postponed the consideration 
 of those documents ; but now there must be no 
 further delay.'' 
 
 All this was satisfactory. The Kittiwake spread 
 out her white sails, Weyland took up his post at 
 the tiller, and very soon she was cutting through 
 the blue plain of Loch Indaal, with a dash of 
 curling foam at her bows, a gurgling of v/aters 
 
Homeward Bound. 163 
 
 along her bulwarks, and a line of hissing white in 
 her wake. As we got out into the open sea, we 
 caught sight of the Rathlin Isles lying like a faint 
 thread of purple on the southern horizon. Round- 
 ing the Mull of Islay, we got into rather a heavy 
 sea; and not unfrequently one of the long-rolling 
 Atlantic waves would rush up to the Kittiwake, 
 take her at a disadvantage, and send a deluge of 
 water over her decks. There was a brisk breeze, 
 too, and when some less formidable wave hit the 
 side of the yacht and rose towering into the air, 
 the wind tossed the spray all over us, until our 
 waterproofs gleamed wet in the sunshine. 
 
 " Is she not rather a small boat to be out in the 
 open sea ? " said Mr. Brown, timidly, looking 
 away down towards the North Channel and the 
 stormy Mull of Cantire. 
 
 " Why this is nothing," said the Member for 
 Slow, shaking the salt water from his beard, " this 
 is nothing to what you'll get going round the Mull. 
 If you like we can run in for Port Ellen and take 
 her up through the Crinan to-morrow; but with 
 
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164 ^^. Pisistratus Brown in the Highlands. 
 
 this wind we'll get clean away round to Arran this 
 afternoon, and there is no more danger than if you 
 were sitting in a hansom in Palace-yard." 
 
 " Oh, I'm not afraid," said the Member for 
 Bourton-in-the-Marsh, standing erect, but grasping 
 the twisted steel shrouds with a firm hand. 
 " Don't imagine I am afraid. Personally, I like 
 this — I enjoy it— it stirs your blood and sets your 
 spirits on fire — but — but it was the safety of the 
 boat I was thinking of." 
 
 " Oh, the yacht will take care of herself,^' said 
 Mr. Weyland, good-naturedly. " In this sort of 
 weather a sea-swallow is as safe as an albatross." 
 
 Certainly, the Kittiwake behaved very well, and 
 as we got further to the south, a greater strain 
 was put on her seafaring qualities. We were now 
 fully exposed to the long Atlantic swell, and each 
 time the clean little vessel went shivering down 
 into the trough of a wave, the next great green 
 mountain seemed looming over her, as if about to 
 break and engulf her. How lightly she rose, with 
 the grace of a sea-bird, to the summit of these 
 
Homeward Bound. 165 
 
 mighty waves — how she seemed to shake the white 
 foam back from her bows — and how she still 
 sped southward — apparently the only living thing 
 on this great waste of waters — cannot be described. 
 Weyland spoke of her affectionately, as of a com- 
 panion who had gone with him on many a quest, 
 and never failed. He laughed, and talked, and 
 joked at the pitch of his voice ; while his face, 
 grown red with the beating of the spray and 
 gleaming with the wet, burned in the sunlight. 
 A finer day for such an excursion could scarcely 
 have been wished for. Overhead, the sky was 
 a plain of deep, pure blue ^ and not a cloud 
 was visible, except some white patches of mist 
 that hung about the mountains of Jura far up 
 in the north. Down in the south the outline of 
 the Irish coast remained still indistinct ; but the 
 Mull of Cantire was gradually becoming more 
 clear, and we could see a white spurt of foam 
 occasionally springing up the face of the precipitous 
 rocks. All around us the hurrying plain of waves 
 showed a thousand colours, as the sunlight, and 
 
l66 Mr. Pisistratus Brown in the Highlands. 
 
 the green colour of the sea, and the blue reflection 
 of the sky struggled for mastery, and gleamed 
 here and there on the innumerable angles of the 
 water. In the far distance, however, the reflection 
 of the sky prevailed ; and around the shores of 
 Cantire the sea was of a dark, intense, and troubled 
 blue. 
 
 It was not until we got down to the Mull that 
 Mr. Brown, M.P., succumbed, and went below. 
 There was some excuse for him. Here the 
 regular swell of the Atlantic was broken up by 
 a series of currents — they say that five tides meet 
 just south of that wild promontory — and the result 
 was an irregular, chopping sea, that knocked the 
 Kittiwake about as if she were a cork. We saw 
 no more of the member for Bourton-in-the-Marsh. 
 He missed the sight of that strange wall of 
 fissured rock, up which spouts of foam were 
 leaping to a height of sixty or eighty feet as the 
 heavy waves dashed in on the iron-bound coast. 
 But as we got past the Sanda light-house the sea 
 was less rough ; and by the time v/e had got 
 
Homeward Bound, 167 
 
 round Pladda, and Into the calmer waters to lee- 
 ward of the Klldonan Rocks, the KIttlwake had 
 recovered her equanimity, and her decks were 
 becoming dry. 
 
 Then Mr. Brown, M.P., appeared. His face 
 was very white ; but he endeavoured to assume a 
 cheerful look. 
 
 " Yes," said he, " I have made some progress 
 with those Customs papers now. It Is astonishing 
 what you can do in a short space of time, when 
 you put your mind to It." 
 
 " I am glad the yacht did not pitch so as to 
 interfere with your study," remarked Mr. Weyland, 
 gravely. 
 
 "Well," said Mr. Brown, with a candid air, 
 " It was rather rough, wasn't it ? But I'm not 
 such a bad sailor, you know." 
 
 Here he began to whistle " A Life on the Ocean 
 
 o 
 
 Wave ; " and by-and-by, while the colour was 
 slowly returning to his face, we ran up by the 
 coast of Arran, getting a glimpse of the smooth 
 waters and string of cottages of Whiting Bay, the 
 
1 68 Mr. Pis'istratus Brown in the Highlands. 
 
 round shoulders of the Holy Island, and the not 
 very picturesque houses of Lamlash, until we 
 finally rounded Clachland Point, and stood in 
 towards Brodick Bay, anchoring not far from the 
 jetty used by the ferry-boats. 
 
 We landed in the pinnace, and made our way 
 up to the hotel, where a large parcel was found 
 waiting for Mr. Brown, M.P. He blushed slightly 
 on being informed of the fact ; Mr. Weyland 
 laughed. The fact was that some days before 
 Weyland had persuaded our friend to order a suit 
 of kilts from a tailor in Glasgow, as a memento 
 of his Highland tour. Mr. Brown was shy at 
 first ; but it was pointed out to him that at a 
 fancy ball, or at one of the Scotch celebrations 
 in London, his picturesque costume would stand 
 him in good stead. At length he was persuaded ; 
 and the tailor was directed to send the bundle 
 down to Brodick, where the Kittiwake was to 
 call. 
 
 For a long time Mr. Brown was doubtful about 
 those kilts. The fact was we had not seen, in all 
 
Hofneward Bound. 169 
 
 our wanderings over Highlands and Lowlands, a 
 single Scotchman wear the traditional garb of his 
 country, except here and there a gamekeeper and 
 a few English tourists. But at last, the costume 
 being ready to his hand, and Brodick being a small 
 place in which to try the experiment, he at length 
 retired to a dressing-room, and we lost sight of him. 
 
 When Mr. Brown, M.P., came down-stairs 
 again our first impulse was certainly not to laugh 
 at him. There was a mute and sensitive appeal 
 in his eyes. Weyland spoke of the costume 
 approvingly and in a light manner 3 and then 
 hinted that Mr. Brown might accompany us down 
 to a little wooden erection near the jetty, where we 
 proposed to purchase some photographs. Our 
 friend glanced rather nervously out into the open 
 air, as little boys do when they are about to be 
 carried down for their first dip in the sea. Then a 
 ghastly and painful smile appeared on his face for a 
 moment, and he said, " All right." 
 
 We went out. Mr. Brown's costume, in the 
 tartan of the Gordons, was resplendent, and the 
 
1 70 M?'. Pisistratus Brown hi the Highlands. 
 
 silver mountings and flashing jewels with which 
 it was set shoAe in the evening hght. Unhappily, 
 however, the most conspicuous part of himv/as that 
 which the kilt left uncovered, and there Mr. Brown 
 seemed to rival the snowy whiteness of Andromeda, 
 as she stood chained on the rock over the blue sea. 
 Once or twice we caught him glancing apprehen- 
 sively down, and a shiver occasionally passed 
 through his frame as the wind blew up from the 
 bay. However, no one spoke of his dress, and he 
 in a somewhat loud tone of voice began to say — 
 
 "What do you think, Weyland, I ought to do 
 with that solan goose ? I know a family of very 
 nice young ladles at Laurie Park, Sydenham, and 
 I should like to send them something from Scot- 
 land. Would the stuffed solan do ? I hate send- 
 ing game, which is in effect a commonplace and 
 ridiculous custom, filling people's larders for 
 nothing, and cheating the poulterer out of his 
 legitimate gains. I think I shall send the deer's 
 horns home to my own house, and the stuffed solan 
 down to Sydenham." 
 
Homeward Bound. 171 
 
 There were a few loiterers about the small quay. 
 Their eyes were apparently attracted towards Mr. 
 Brown. He paid no attention. On the contrary 
 he began to hum a French song — something about 
 " Mire dans mes yeux tes yeux^ ma belle brunette " — 
 and then we reached the photographer's shop or 
 hut, into which we escaped from the gaze of 
 the vulgar. 
 
 There was a very charming young lady of about 
 thirteen selling those sixpenny treasures of art. 
 Mr. Brown had entered the place with something 
 of a swagger, but now he seemed anxious to get 
 either of his companions to stand in front of him. 
 He even seemed to crouch down a little bit when- 
 ever the soft eyes of this amiable young person were 
 turned towards him. His face wore an uncom- 
 fortable look. He bought things recklessly. He 
 answered at haphazard, and in rather a snappish 
 tone. At last, when we got out, he said, in a 
 voice of suppressed rage : 
 
 "Why did the fool make those confounded 
 things so short ! ^' 
 
172 Mr. Pisistratus Broivn in the Highlands. 
 
 " They are quite as long as usual,'^ said Wey- 
 land, S' only you^re not accustomed to them." 
 
 He had scarcely uttered the words when a sudden 
 commotion occurred. A keeper had come down 
 to the jetty with a brace of setters in leash, and a 
 big black retriever, with rather wolfish eyes. No 
 sooner did the black dog behold Mr. Brown and 
 the unusual spectacle of his milk-white calves, 
 than he rushed furiously at him. A4r. Brown 
 uttered a sharp, low cry, and stumbled backward 
 into the photographer's shop. The dog followed 
 him, closed up on him, and stood with his fore feet 
 stuck out, barking wildly, and apparently about to 
 spring at the members which had offended him. 
 An exciting scene now followed. The young lady 
 endeavoured to push back the dog with an umbrella. 
 Mr. Brown, with a face grown white, tried to get 
 behind the small counter, and failed. Weyland 
 aimed a kick at the brute, and missed. The 
 keeper tried to collar him, without avail \ and it 
 was not until a whole posse coinitatus of boatmen, 
 servants, and loungers had hunted the dog off and 
 
I 
 
 Homeward Bound. 173 
 
 tied him up that our pale and alarmed friend ven- 
 tured forth. We got him up to the hotel, where 
 he took a little brandy, and then tried to put a 
 brave face on the matter. 
 
 " Those horrid curs ! " he exclaimed ; " I v^onder 
 if that brute belongs to the Duke of Hamilton. 
 If so I should be inclined to write to him, and I am 
 sure the Duke would order the keeper to shoot the 
 dog." 
 
 " You have had rather an adventure with your 
 kilts,'* said the Member for Slow in a kind way. 
 
 " I shan't take them ofF for that," said Mr. 
 Brown, courageously. 
 
 It was now close upon dinner-time, and we 
 walked into the large room. One or two people 
 were already there, and among them were a lady 
 and her two daughters, whom Weyland knew. 
 He took occasion to introduce his friends ; and Mr. 
 Brown found himself constrained to bring forward 
 a chair and sit down in front of the mamma. Pre- 
 sently we observed that there was a crimson hue 
 over his forehead, and he spoke in a nervous fashion. 
 
174 ^^'- Pi si stratus Brown in the Highlands. 
 
 We could see him twitching at his kilts occa- 
 sionally, and edging his chair round. The colour 
 in his face deepened; his embarrassment grew 
 painfully obvious. At length he rose to his feet, 
 and said, in almost an excited way — 
 
 " Will you excuse me, Madam ? I think I have 
 forgotten my — my — my handkerchief." 
 
 With that he got out of the room ; and in about 
 a quarter of an hour, when we were all at dinner, 
 he returned, in the ordinary attire of a sane person. 
 But rage fierce and uncontrollable still dwelt in his 
 eyes. 
 
 " Think of the infamous ruiEan," he said, in a 
 vicious whisper, " making a costume like that, and 
 we supposed to be living in civilized society ! I 
 declare Til give them to the first crossing-sv/eeper 
 I meet at Notting-hill, and make him wear them 
 to bring eternal disgrace on garments that are not 
 fit for a savage. The Caledonian Ball? Bah, I 
 suppose the gentlemen who go to that interesting 
 ceremony complain of the dresses worn by ballet 
 girls. They ought to be ashamed of themselves." 
 
Homeward Bound. 175 
 
 " Which ? " said Weyland, " the gentlemen or 
 the ballet girls ? " 
 
 " You," replied Mr. Brown, " for having in- 
 veigled me into making an ass of myself. But you 
 don't catch me doing it again; no, never, if I 
 lived in the desert of Sahara, without a human 
 being to be found within a thousand miles of me. 
 It is not, however, the ridicule of the vulgar that I 
 fear ; it is the censure of your own mind when you 
 have been led to sacrifice your self-respect." 
 
 Mr. Brown's vehemence, however, died down; 
 and after dinner when we were peacefully smoking 
 a cigar, he even managed to laugh over the adven- 
 ture with the dog. And then he told us in a con- 
 fidential mood of the manner in which he meant to 
 appeal to the Cabinet Minister about the grievances 
 of the Customs clerks, and of the great deeds he 
 expected to do among the partridges after his ex- 
 periences in the North. 
 
CHAPTER XV. 
 
 THE LAST TURN. 
 
 Mr. Brown had now to decide whether he 
 would remain in Arran next day, and get up to 
 Greenock on the following morning, or whether he 
 would finish up his Highland wanderings by a run 
 through the Kyles of Bute. He wisely chose the 
 latter alternative. Like children on a garden-swing, 
 he wanted " a good one for the last ; " and Wey- 
 land had quite stimulated his curiosity by his talk 
 of the fairy loveliness of the Kyles. 
 
 " Besides," said Mr. Brown, " during the quiet 
 sail up there, I shall be able to give an hour or two 
 to those papers. I have little time left now, and 
 must economise it." 
 
 Accordingly, on a beautiful and bright forenoon, 
 we bade farewell to Brodick Bay, and stood out 
 
The Last Turn. 177 
 
 into the broad estuary of the Clyde, which is here 
 as spacious and as clear as an inland sea. We had 
 a magnificent view of the Arran mountains as we 
 got out some little distance from the shore — their 
 splendid peaks just touched here and there with a 
 flake of white cloud, while a flood of sunlight 
 poured down on the great valleys of Glen Rosa and 
 Glen Sannox, and lay drowsily on the fir-forests 
 surrounding Brodick Castle. We passed the 
 steamer coming over from Ardrossan ; and Mr. 
 Brown, standing at the bow, waved his handker- 
 chief to the passengers — a salute which was 
 returned. 
 
 It was indeed a pleasant morning. There was 
 just enough westerly wind to fill our sails and ruflle 
 the blue bosom of the deep ; and the Kittiwake, 
 scarcely lying over, cut lightly through the water. 
 The further we got north, the more lovely seemed 
 the prospect that lay all around us. Over there on 
 the right were the smooth hills and long-stretching 
 woods of Ayrshire, with the towns of Troon, If vine, 
 and Ardrossan glimmering through a faint haze of 
 
lyS Mr. Pisistratus Brown in the Highlands. 
 
 smoke ; further up the two Cumbraes seemed to be 
 almost close inshore -, right ahead of us were the 
 lonely shores and green undulations of the island of 
 Bute ; and away on our left, the Sound of Bute 
 stretched up towards the Cowal coast and the 
 broad mouth of Loch Fyne. 
 
 Nowhere in all our wanderings had we seen 
 such numbers and varieties of sea-birds ; and 
 JVIr. Brown's attention was wholly given up to 
 watching for long strings of wild-duck, and clouds 
 of tern, and clusters of guillemots floating on the 
 waves. Great was his anxiety, too, to discover 
 whether each white gull that appeared in the 
 distance was not a solan j and, in point of fact, he 
 was gratified by the sight of at least half-a-dozen 
 of those birds — hovering singly, for the most part, 
 over the smooth v/aters that lay under the shadow 
 of the shores of Cantire. At last, so many and so 
 various were the strange animals that kept flying 
 about and tantalising him, that he went below 
 and fetched up Weyland's gun. 
 
 " I thought you had gone down for the Customs 
 
The Last Turn, 179 
 
 clerks' papers," remarked the Member for Slow, 
 gravely. 
 
 " Bother the Customs clerks' papers ! ^' said 
 Mr. Brown ; and then he added, in rather a vexed 
 tone, " why can't you allow a man to have a 
 moment's relaxation ? No sooner does one begin 
 to feel amused and prone to enjoy the passing 
 moments without thinking, than you must thrust 
 forward your admonitions about work. I don't 
 think it's friendly. I don't see that you do so much 
 work yourself." 
 
 Weyland looked surprised. 
 
 " Why," said he, " I never mentioned the matter 
 before, and you have done nothing ever since you 
 have been on board but talk of your confounded 
 Customs clerks, and what you meant to do with 
 them. You needn't get into a temper simply 
 because you have been indolent." 
 
 " Indolent ! " said the Member for Bourton-in- 
 the-Marsh, laughing bitterly. " Indolent ! when I 
 escaped from the fag end of a laborious session to 
 recruit my health, which had been broken by late 
 
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 hours and close attention to parliamentary business, 
 there was not much call for me to attack new 
 work. Yet I did it voluntarily. Of my own free 
 will I undertook this task. Of my own free will 
 I have devoted my leisure to the study of those 
 papers '' 
 
 " When ? " said Weyland. 
 
 " When you were asleep, as you generally are," 
 was the retort. 
 
 At this point both members of parliament, 
 catching each other's eye, burst out laughing ; and 
 the Scotch bailie, who had not spoken a word all 
 the morning, joined in. 
 
 " To hear ye talk," said our stout friend, " ane 
 would think ye had nae mair mainners than a wheen 
 school-laddies. But I'm thinking ye have learnt a' 
 that in Paurliament. Short o' downright sweerin', 
 the language sometimes used on both sides o' the 
 House is only fit for carters." 
 
 " But the Conservative side at least preserves 
 the show of courtesy," remarked Weyland. 
 
 " The Liberal side," retorted Mr. Brown, 
 
The Last Turn. i8i 
 
 " having truth for its banner, can afford to speak 
 fearlessly, and express its opinions about its 
 opponents." 
 
 With that, the Member for Bourton-in-the- 
 Marsh departed to the bow of the Kittiwake, with 
 Weyland's breech-loader in his hand, and the 
 grievances of the Customs clerks were once more 
 relegated to the unknown future. 
 
 We were now in Inchmarnoch Water, and before 
 us appeared the entrance into the magic wonders of 
 the Kyles. A soft summer haze lay over the 
 wooded hills and rocks, and the breeze was 
 insensibly fading off; so that to leeward of Ard- 
 lamont Point the sea was still and smooth. It did 
 not seem probable that we should get sufficient wind 
 to carry us up to Tighnabruich ; but we were 
 still creeping along, and in course of time we were 
 fairly up to Ardlamont Point, and into the Kyles. 
 
 Even as the discovery of America was announced 
 by the firing of a cannon from the vessel of Fernandez 
 Ponto, so our entrance into the Kyles of Bute war* 
 signalised by the report of Mr. Brown's breach- 
 
1 82 Mr. Pisistratus Brown in the Highlands. 
 
 loader. We looked up towards the bow, and 
 beheld our friend gesticulating wildly to the sailors, 
 while some distance ahead a small object was 
 floating on the water. The yacht was run close 
 up to it, and then one of the sailors dexterously 
 fished up the dead bird from the waves. It was a 
 tern \ and as Mr. Brown came aft in triumph, to 
 show us the beautiful grey and speckled plumage 
 and the curved, sv/allow-like wings, Weyland 
 said — 
 
 " What a shame to kill one of those birds ! It is 
 mere wanton slaughter." 
 
 "I don't see it in that light," remarked Mr. 
 Brown coolly. " I am going down partridge-shoot- 
 ing. I wished to try the distance you must fire in 
 front of a bird going at a great speed, and so I fired 
 at this tern as he was going past like lightning. 
 You see the result. It was a test — the tern being 
 nearly of the same size as the partridge." 
 
 " Is it ? I suppose you mean to fire at cheepers 
 
 or anything, and have , cabinet minister as he is, 
 
 swearing at you like a trooper." 
 
The Last Turn. 183 
 
 " I am not in the habit of making myself 
 ridiculous when out shooting," said Mr. Brown, 
 with some dignity. 
 
 But this incident of the tern seemed to have 
 drawn our friend's attention in a new direction. 
 He kept fidgeting about with the gun. He lamented 
 that there would not now be time for his forming 
 that collection of sea-birds he had once spoken of. 
 He spoke of nothing but powder and lead, and 
 wads and charges, until, finally, he said to 
 Weyland, in an appealing voice — 
 
 " I say, Weyland, couldn't we have some shoot- 
 ing somewhere this afternoon ? " 
 
 "Well, no," said the Member for Slow; "not 
 unless you like to go out in the evening to pot 
 those divers, and that is not a very exciting form of 
 amusement." 
 
 " Oh, I think it is," said Mr. Brown, eagerly. 
 " Fancy the romance of it — the calm of the even- 
 ing — the lovely scenery — the anxiety of the chase : 
 by all means let us go out." 
 
 Not a word about the Customs clerks. We 
 
184 -Mr, Pisistratus Brown in the Highlands. 
 
 slowly sailed up into the Kyles : a slight breeze just 
 sufficed to carry us onward ; and as we got up to 
 Karnes, all the loveliness of the place spread out 
 before us. For the moment Mr. Brown was 
 drawn from watching the sea-birds to contempla- 
 ting that beautiful picture — the winding channel of 
 blue water, the craggy hills, the deep umbrageous 
 woods coming down to the very margin of the sea, 
 the occasional white cottage gleaming above the 
 shingly beach, and here and there a yacht coming 
 out with all her sails set from the recesses of some 
 secret bay. So still the place was, too, in the 
 afternoon sunlight ! We could hear nothing but the 
 ripple of the water along the side of the Kittiwake, 
 and the calling of the wild birds. When at last we 
 came to an anchorage at Tighnabruich, and 
 landed, and walked up to the inn there, Mr. Brown 
 declared he had seen no lovelier scenery anywhere 
 in the world. 
 
 But these pleasant surroundings and the after - 
 luncheon laziness of the afternoon did not wean 
 him from his fell purpose. About six o'clock that 
 
The Last Turn. 185 
 
 night you might have seen us get into a little 
 open sailing-boat, which had a heap of big stones 
 lying along the bottom by way of ballast. 
 
 The owner and skipper of the craft was a sort of 
 half boatman, half fisherman — an old weather- 
 beaten man, with a Scotch bonnet and garments 
 patched and mended in many places. He was 
 silent and even morose, and went about his work 
 as though we had " requirirt " his services, instead 
 of having offered him a very handsome reward for 
 the use of his boat. 
 
 However, Mr. Brown, M.P., took no heed of 
 these things, nor did he pay any attention to Mr. 
 Weyland's protestations against the unsportsman- 
 like errand on which we were bent. It was his last 
 evening in the Highlands. Perhaps he might never 
 again have a chance of shooting at those wild 
 creatures of the deep which had woven a spell of 
 fascination over him. He even forgot the brief and 
 emphatic speech he had made in the House on the 
 destruction of the birds along our coast, when the 
 bill to prevent that was brought in. 
 
i86 Mr. P'lsistratus Brown in the Highlands. 
 
 How lovely the Kyles looked now, with the red 
 colours of the sunset shining over the sea and the 
 hills, and catching the sides of the mountains up by 
 Loch Striven ! Far down in the south, too, the 
 great plain lay still and silent, with here and there 
 the sail of a fishing-smack glowing like a speck of 
 crimson flame over the darkening surface of the 
 waters. We lay in the stern of the small boat, and 
 smoked our pipes, as she slowly got out to sea 
 before a light breeze coming off the hills. Mr. 
 Brown was up at the bow, his back against the 
 mast, and his position partially concealed by the jib 
 in front of him. He alone had brought a gun with 
 him. Once or twice we saw him put it up to his 
 shoulder ; and then again he would drop it with 
 some low-muttered exclamation. 
 
 There were birds about somewhere. We could 
 hear them calling. Now and again a whirr of 
 wings was audible in the distance ; but none of 
 the " dookers " came our way. At last, however, 
 we saw the boatman touch Mr. Brown's arm, and 
 point out to something floating on the waves, or 
 
f 
 
 TJie Last Turn. 187 
 
 rather ripples, of the sea. There were two black 
 specks visible on that purple plain, and we could 
 see the boat's prow slowly wearing round towards 
 them. The more near we got, the more clearly 
 we saw the two birds — obviously " dookers," with 
 their shining black and white plumage and 
 curved beak: They were paddling about, in open 
 disregard of us, and sometimes stretching them- 
 selves up to flutter their wings. When the boat 
 was certainly not more than fifteen yards from 
 them, ofF went both of Mr. Brown's barrels with a 
 noise which was echoed all along the solitary shores 
 of the Kyles. 
 
 " What a beastly shame !•'' said Weyland. 
 
 " Run the boat to," shouted Mr. Brown to the 
 man; "run her up; turn her head I I know I killed 
 them — I am sure I killed them — I'll swear they're 
 killed ! " 
 
 The old brown-faced man did not take the least 
 notice of Mr. Brown's excitement. 
 
 " They were doon before the shot reached 
 them," he said, moodily. 
 
1 88 Mr. Ptsistratiis Brown in the Highlands. 
 
 Whether the birds had " ducked the shot," or 
 whether Mr. Brown had blown them into nothing- 
 ness, we saw no further traces of them ; and so 
 once more our friend resumed his post, and we 
 drifted further down. A very few minutes sufficed 
 to discover to the anxious eyes at the bow another 
 dark object on the water ; and this time, just as 
 the bird was fluttering its wings, we again heard a 
 loud bang ! and the unfortunate animal turned over 
 on the water, and lay there. Weyland ran the boat 
 close to the prize, and Mr. Brown, leaning over 
 the side, made a dash at the bird, and secured it. 
 It is true, that at the same moment he had plunged 
 his arm up to the elbow in the sea ; but that did not 
 damp the triumph with which he brought forward 
 his quarry for our inspection. The bright eyes of 
 the diver were still unglazed, and its smooth and 
 clean plumage was dripping with the sea-water. 
 
 " What is the use of killing those unfortunate 
 animals ? " said Mr. Weyland once more. 
 
 "Practice," observed the Member for Bourton- 
 in-the-Marsh. " It is a deal more difficult to hit 
 
The Last Turn. 189 
 
 those birds than you imagine, when you have to 
 steady yourself against the heaving of the boat, and 
 at the same time watch the moment they are likely 
 to come to the top of a wave." 
 
 " And is that good practice for shooting in 
 Berkshire ? " inquired the Member for Slow. 
 
 " If you don't like it, we can land you," returned 
 Mr. Brown. 
 
 " On the contrary," said Weyland, " I enjoy 
 myself where I am, amazingly, especially when I 
 have the pleasure of your society and amiable 
 conversation. I was only thinking how those birds 
 liked it." 
 
 " There are plenty of 'em," said Mr. Brown, 
 with a callous indifference which showed the 
 brutalising effect of a breech-loader. 
 
 And there were plenty of them. A few 
 minutes thereafter, we steered right into a cluster 
 of " dookers," and here Mr. Brown fired right and 
 left, slipping in cartridges and letting them off so 
 long as there was a bird visible. Out of the lot he 
 got two — at least, we could only find two, for in 
 
igo Mr. Piiistratus Brown hi the Highlands. 
 
 the curious metallic glare now falling over the sea 
 it was difficult to distinguish objects. 
 
 " Are you satisfied with your aimless slaughter 
 now ? " asked Weyland. 
 
 " I don't consider it aimless slaughter/' retorted 
 Mr. Brown, "when I mean to eat the birds." 
 
 " Eat them ! " 
 
 " Yes, why not r " 
 
 " You'll have a taste of herring in your mouth 
 for a month." 
 
 " The flavour of herring is not disagreeable in 
 herring ; why should it be in a bird ? All 
 you have to do is to imagine you are eating 
 herring/' 
 
 " Your philosophy won't prevent your becoming 
 sick." 
 
 " We shall see," replied Mr. Brown. 
 
 It was now resolved that we should make for 
 Tighnabruich once more, lest the wind should fail 
 us; and the chances were, besides, that Mr. Brown 
 would have some more shooting on the way. But 
 even he was weaned away from his watch by the 
 
The Last Turn. 
 
 191 
 
 extraordinary appearances now around us. The 
 
 sun had gone down ; but there was still a glow of 
 
 red and yellow in the west. The hills above 
 
 Tighnabruich were a dark, intense purple, that 
 
 heightened the wild clear glare of the sky above. 
 
 But the most peculiar sight of all was the singular 
 
 radiance that was over the water — a glow of 
 
 strange greenish yellow that broke into a thousand 
 
 shapes as the waves rolled on. In the dusk the 
 
 metallic glare of the sea was almost painful 
 
 to the eyes ; and we were glad to turn from 
 
 it to the pure colours above, where a pale blue was 
 
 shaded with pink, where the eastern sky caught the 
 
 reflection of the sunset. The hills about the Kyles 
 
 grew more and more dark. The sickle of the 
 
 moon rose in the south, but her radiance was as yet 
 
 not strong enough to touch the waves. When we 
 
 finally got back to Tighnabruich, there were stars 
 
 faintly visible in the sky, and a cold night-wind 
 
 coming down from the solitudes of the hills. 
 
 "To-morrow," said Mr. Brown, "I go south. 
 If I have, in the excitement of the chase. 
 
ig2 Mr. Pisistratus Brown in the Highlands, 
 
 offended you at any moment, Weyland, I am 
 sorry for it. I leave Scotland, and all those 
 magnificent scenes we have visited, with a deep 
 and profound regret ; and I shall often think of the 
 splendid days we had together in the Kittiwake. 
 But, you see, business calls me away — the hard and 
 stern duties of the world. Do you think now 
 I shall be able to study those Customs documents 
 in the train, as I go up to London, to-morrow ? " 
 
 "I don't know," said Weyland. "If I were 
 you, I should leave them over until I got to Berk- 
 shire." 
 
 " I think I must," said Mr. Brown thoughtfully. 
 " There is nothing that more clearly distinguishes 
 the prudent man than the faculty of being able 
 to sketch out and apportion his time, so as to 
 keep work and play in their proper and relative 
 positions." 
 
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 LEGENDS OF OLD TESTAMENT CHARACTERS, from the 
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 Barker. — Works by Lady Barker : — 
 
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 STATION LIFE IN NEW ZEALAND. New and Cheaper 
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 STORIES ABOUT :— With Six Illustrations. Second Edition. 
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BELLES LETTRES. 
 
 B ark e r — continued. 
 
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 the book which can fail to please children as well as their eldefs." 
 — Pall ]Mall Gazette.' 
 
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 Bell. — ROMANCES AND MINOR POEMS. By Henky 
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 Besant.— STUDIES IN EARLY FRENCH POETRY. By 
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 with the '■'■ siecle de Louis Quatorze ;'''' any prroioics literatm'e 
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 of the enonnous literary activity that began in the thirteenth 
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 de Foix, Thibault de Cha^npagne, and Lorris ; was fostered by 
 Charles of Orleans, by Margaret of Valois, by Francis the First ; 
 that gave a crowd of versifiers to France, enriched, strejigthened, 
 developed, and fixed the French language, and prepared the way 
 for Corjieille and for Racine. The present zuork aims to afford 
 information and direction touching the early efforts of Fraftce in 
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 French /^^^^. "— Athen^UM. 
 
 Book of Golden Deeds. — See Golden Treasury Series. 
 
BELLES LE'ITKES, 
 
 Book of Golden Thoughts. — See Golden Treasury 
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 Book of Praise. — See Golden Treasury Series. 
 
 Brimley.— ESSAYS BY THE LATE GEORGE BRIMLEY, 
 M.A. Edited by the Rev. W. G. Clark, M.A. With Portrait. 
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 George Brimley icas regarded by those who kneiv him as '^ one of t/ie 
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 are all more or less critical^ and were coiitribiited by the authoi- 
 to some of the leading periodicals of the day. The subjects are, 
 " Tennyson's Foejns" " Wordsworth's Poems," ''Poetry and 
 Criticism,'' " The Angel in the Honse," Carlyle's '■'Life of 
 Sterling," ''Esmond," "My Novel," " Bleak House," "West- 
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 -names we too often revere without sufficient investigation." 
 
 Broome. — the stranger of SERIPHOS. a Dramatic 
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 Bunyan's Pilgrim's Progress.— See Golden Treasury 
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 Burke. — EDMUND BURKE, a Historical Study. By John 
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 a -ci'ork of high excellence^ — Saturday Review. ''A model of 
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 Burns' "Works. — See Golden Treasury Series and Globe 
 Library. 
 
 Carroll. — Works by " Lewis Carroll : "— 
 
 ALICE'S ADVENTURES IN WONDERLAND. With Forty- 
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 cloth. 6j-. 
 
 A GERMAN TRANSLATION OF THE SAME. With Ten- 
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 ^'Beyond question supre77ie among ?nodern books for children." — 
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 ever composed for a child'' s reading.''^ — Pall Mall Gazette. 
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 THROUGH THE LOOKING-GLASS, AND VvHAT ALICE 
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 zohich she managed to make her way. The zvork is profusely 
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BELLES LE TERES. 
 
 C arroll — coyitimted. 
 
 PHANTASMAGORIA, AND OTHER POEMS. Fcap. 8vo. 
 gilt edges, ds. 
 
 ' ' T/iose luho have not made acquaintance tvith these poejns already 
 have a pleasure to co?ne. The comical is so comical, and the 
 grave so really beautifitl." — Literary Churchj^ian. 
 
 Chatterton : a biographical STUDY. By Daniel 
 V/iLSON, LL.D., Professor of Histoiy and English Literature in 
 University College, Toronto. CroAvn 8vo. 6^. dd. 
 
 The author here regards Chatterton as a Poet, not as a ^'mere 
 resetter and defacer of stolen literary treasures.'''' Revieived in this 
 light, he has found much in the old materials capable of being 
 turned to new account : and to these materials research in various 
 directions has enabled him to make some additions. He beliez'es 
 that the boy-poet has been misjudged, and that the biographies 
 hitherto written of him are not only imperfect but zcntrue. While 
 dealing tenderly, the author has sought to deal truthfully laith the 
 failings as zuell as the vi^'tues of the boy : bearing altvays in 
 rem.embrance, vjhat has been too frequently lost sight of, that he 
 luas but a boy ; — a boy, and yet a poet of rare powei'. The 
 Examiner thinks this ^^ the most complete and the purest bio- 
 graphy of the poet lohich has yet appeared.'''' 
 
 Children's Garland from the Best Poetc. — See 
 
 Golden Treasury Series. 
 
 Church (A. J.)— HOR.E TENNYSONIAN.E, Sive Eclog.^ 
 e Tennysono Latine redditre. Cura A. J. Church, A.M. 
 Extra fcap. Svo. 6j-, 
 
 Lat'in versior.s of Selections from Tennyson. Among the authors 
 are the Editor, the late Professor Co7iington, Professor Seeley, 
 Dr. Hessey, Mr. Kebbel, and other gentlemen. ^'' Of Mr. Church's 
 ode ive may speak in almost unqualified praise, and the sa?ne may 
 be said of the cojitributions generally.'" —Ykli. Mall Gazette. 
 
 Clough (Arthur Hugh).— THE POEMS AND PROSE 
 REMAINS OF ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH. With a 
 
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 Clough'^(Arthur Hugh) — continued. 
 
 Selection from his Letters and a Memoir. Edited by his Wife. 
 With Portrait. Two Vols. Crown Svo. 2\s. Or Poems sepa- 
 rately, as below. 
 
 The late Professor Clongh is zuell knozvn as a graceful, tender 
 poet, a7id as the scholarly translator of Plutarch. The letters 
 possess high interest, not biographical 07ily, but literary — discuss- 
 ing, as they do, the most impoi'tant questions of the time, akuays 
 in a genial spirit. The ^^ Rejuains" include papers on ''Retrench- 
 ment at Oxford 'f on Professor F. W. Nnvman's book, "-The 
 Sold f on Wordszooj'th ; on the Formation of Classical English ; 
 on some Modern Poems [MatthrcV Arnold and the late Alexander 
 Smith), &'c. &^c. " Taken as a whole,'' the SPECTATOR says, 
 " these vol-unes cannot fail to be a lasting monument of one op the 
 most ori^'nal men of our age." " Full of charming letters from- 
 Rome,'' says the MORNIXG Star, "-from Greece, from America, 
 from Oxford, and from Rugby." 
 THE POEMS OF ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH, sometime Fellow 
 of Oriel College, Oxford. Third Edition. Fcap. Svo. ds. 
 
 ''From the higher jnind of cultivated, all-questioning, but still conser- 
 vative England, in this our puzzled gena-ation, we do not knoiu 
 of any utterance in literature so charactei'istic as the poems op 
 Arthur Hugh Clough." — Eraser's Magazine. 
 
 CluneS. THE STORY OF PAULINE : an Autobiography. 
 
 By G. C. Clunes. Crown Svo. 6s. 
 
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 ' The Story of Pauline' is in the first rank of modern fiction." — 
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 life, and a complete knowledge of character." — jNIanchester 
 Examiner. 
 
 Collects of the Church of England. With a beautifully 
 
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 Crown Svo. \2s. Also kept in various styles of morocco. 
 
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 thick and Jiandsome and the type large and beautifid, each Collect, 
 with a few exceptions, being printed on a separate page. The dis- 
 
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 tindive characteristic of this edition is the floral design which ac- 
 companies each Collect, and ■luhich is generally emblematical of the 
 character of the day or saint to which it is assigned ; the floivers 
 which have been selected are such as are likely to be in bloom on the 
 day to which the Collect belongs. Each floiver is richly but taste- 
 fully and naturally printed in colours, and from the variety of 
 plants selected and the faithfulness of the illustrations to nature, 
 the volume should form an instructive and inta-esting companion- 
 to all dez'out Chiistians, who are likely to find their dez'otions assisted 
 and guided by having thus brotight before them thcfio7uers in their 
 seasons, God^s beaut if id and never-failing gifts to men. The Pre- 
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 are intended to be embletnatical of the days to %uhich they belong, and 
 the Table of Contents forms a complete botanical index, giving both 
 the popular and scientific name of each plant. There are at least 
 one hicndred separate plants figured. " This is beyond question,^'' 
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 Pall Mall Gazette. The Guardlin thifiks it "a successful 
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 of our fields and gardens with the course of the Christian year.''^ 
 
 Cowper's Poetical Works. — See Globe Library. 
 
 Cox.— RECOLLECTIONS OF OXFORD. By G. V. Cox, M.A., 
 late Esquire Bedel and Coroner in the University of Oxford. 
 Second and cheaper Edition. Crown 8vo. 6s. 
 
 Mr. Cox^s Recollections date from the ejid of last ceiitury to quite 
 recent times. They are full of old stories and traditions, epigrams 
 and personal ti'aits of the distinguished men who have been at 
 Oxford during that period. The Times says that it ^^will 
 pleasantly recall in many a country parsonage the memory of 
 youthful days.'''' 
 
 Dante. DANTE'S comedy, the hell. Translated by 
 
 W. ]SL RosSETTi. Fcap. 8vo. cloth. 5j-. 
 
 " The aim of this translation of Dante may be summed up in one 
 word—Litej-ality. To follow Dante sentence for sentience, line 
 for line, word for word — neither more nor less, has been my 
 strenuous endeavour.'" — Author's Preface. 
 
BELLES LETTRES. 
 
 Days of Old ; STORIES FROM OLD ENGLISH HISTORY. 
 
 By the Author of "Ruth and her Friends." New Edition. 
 iSmo. cloth, gilt leaves. 3^-. 6^. 
 
 The Contents of this interesting and instmciive volinne are, " Cara- 
 doc and Dez'a," a story of British life in the first centnry ; 
 " Wolfgan and tJie Earl ; or. Power," a story of Saxon Eng- 
 land : and '■'■ Roland f a story of the Crusaders. '•'' Full of triith- 
 fnl and char7?iing Jnstoric pictitres, is everyiahere vital loith vi07'al 
 and religious principles, and is w?'itten with a brightness of de- 
 scription, and zuith a dra?natic force ijt the representation of 
 character, that have made, and zvill akvays make, it one ef the 
 greatest favourites with readbig hoys.'''' — Nonconformist. 
 
 De Vere. — THE INFANT BRIDAL, and other Poems. By 
 Aubrey De Vere. Fcap. Svo. 7^-. ,6^. 
 
 "yl/r. De Vere has taken his place a?nong the poets of the day. 
 Pure and tender feeling, and that polished restraint of style which 
 is called classical, are the char?ns of the volume." — Spectator. 
 
 Doyle (Sir F. H.) — V7orks by Sir Francis Hastings Doyle, 
 Professor of Poetry in the University of Oxford : — 
 
 THE RETURN OF THE GUARDS, AND OTHER POEMS. 
 Fcap. Svo. 7j. 
 
 " Good wine needs no bush, nor good verse a preface ; and SI ■y' ^^ '- 
 
 Doyle^s verses r^'T' ^^^■'-''-^ 
 
 , ^^increcL before the University of 
 
 Oxford in 1868. Crown Svo. 3J. 6^. 
 
 Three Lectures : — (i) Inaugural, in which the nature of Poetry 
 is discussed ; {2) Provincial Poetry ; {^ Dr. Newman^ s '■''Dream 
 of Gerontius." "Full of thoughtful discrimiiiation aiid fine in- 
 sight: the lecture on ^ Provincial Poetry'' seems to us singidarly 
 true, eloqueiit, and instructivey — Spectator. '■^ All these dis- 
 sertations are marked by a scholarly spirit, delicate taste, and the 
 discriminating powers of a trained judgment.'''' — DAILY News. 
 
BELLES LETT RES. 
 
 1*1 
 
 Dryden's Poetical Works. — See Globe Library. 
 
 Durer, Albrecht.— HISTORY OF THE LIFE OF AL- 
 BRECHT DURER, of Niimberg. With a Translation of his 
 Letters and Journal, and some account of his Works. By Mrs. 
 CharT-ES Heatox, Royal 8vo. bevelled boards, jxtragilt. 31^-. Cid. 
 This 7vork contains about Thirty Illnstrations, ten of which are p'O- 
 diictions by the autotype \ca7-bon) process, and are printed in per- 
 manent tints by Messrs. Cundall and Fleming, zinder licence from 
 the Autotype Company, Limited ; the rest are Photographs and 
 Woodcuts. 
 
 Estelle Russell. —By the Author of "The Private Uie of 
 
 Galileo.'^' Crown Svo. 6s. 
 
 Ftdl of bright pictures of French life. The English family, zv/iose 
 fortunes form the main drift of the story, reside mostly in France, but 
 there are also maiiy English characters and scenes of great interest. 
 It is certainly the ivork of a fresh, vigorous, and most interesting 
 ■writer, zvith a dash of sarcastic humour which is refreshing and 
 not too bitter. " We can send our readers to it with confidence.'''' 
 — Spectator. 
 
 Evans. BROTHER FABIAN'S MANUSCRIPT,' AND 
 
 OTHER POEMS. By Sebastian Evans. Fcap. Svo. cloth. 6^. 
 "//^ this volume zve have full assurance that he has ''the vision and 
 the faculty divine.'' . . . Clever and full of kindly humoiirP — 
 Globe. 
 
 Fairy Book. — The Best Popular Fairy Stories. Selected and 
 Rendered anew by the Author of "John Halifax, Gentleiiian." 
 With Coloured Illustrations and Ornamental Borders by J. £. 
 Rogers, Author of " Ridicula Rediviva." Crown Svo. cloth, 
 extra gilt. ds. (Golden Treasury Edition. iSmo. ^. dd.) 
 
 "A delightful selection, in a delightf id external form.'' — Spectator. 
 Hej'e are rep'oduced in a nerdj atid charming dress many old 
 favourites, as ^^ Hop-d'- my- Thumb," ^'^ Cinderella," ^^ Beany and 
 the Beast;' '' Jack the Giant-killer," " Tom Thumb," '' Riimpcl- 
 stihchen," ^'' Jack and the Bean-stalk," ''Red Ridijig-IIood," 
 " The Six Sivans," and a great maiiy others. "A book wliich 
 will prove delightfid to children all the year round." — Pall Mall 
 Gazette. 
 
BELLES LETTRES. 
 
 Fletcher.— THOUGHTS FROM A GIRL'S LIFE. By Lucy 
 Fletcher. Second Edition. Fcap. 8vo. 4^-. 6c/. 
 
 '■'' Siucet and earnest verses, especially addressed to girls, by one tvho 
 can sympathise "with them, andzvho has endeavoured to give articulate 
 zitterance to the vague aspirations after a better life of pious endeavour, 
 7i'hich accompany the unfolding consciousness of the inner life in 
 girlhood. The poems arc all graceful ; they are marked throughout 
 by an accent of reality ; the thoughts and emotions are genuine.'" — 
 Athen^um. 
 
 Freeman (E. A., Hon. D.C.L.) — HISTORICAL 
 ESSAYS. By Edward Freeman, M.A., Hon. D.C.L., late 
 Fellov.- of Trinity College, Oxford. Second Edition. Svo. los. 6d. 
 
 This volume contains twelve Essays selected from the author's contri- 
 butions to various Reviews. The pi'inciple on which they were 
 chosen was that of selecting papers which referred to comparatively 
 modern times, or, at least, to the existing states and nations 0/ 
 Euj-ope. By a soj't of accident a number of the pieces chosen have 
 throi.vn themselves into something like a continuous series bearing 
 on the historical causes of the great ez'cnts of 1 870 — 71, Notes have 
 been added whenever they seemed to be called for; and whenever 
 he could gain in accuracy of statement or in force or clearness of 
 expression, the author has f'eely changed, added to, or left out, 
 what he originally wi'ote. To many of the Essays has been added 
 a short note of the circumstances under which they were written. 
 It is needless to say that any product of Mr. Freeman^ s pen is worthy 
 of attentive perusal; and it is believed that the contents of this 
 volume will throw light on several subjects of great historical im- 
 portance and the widest interest. The follozuing is a list of the 
 subjects: — /. '•'■ The Mythical and Romantic Elements in Early 
 English History ;" IL '' The Continuity of English History;'' 
 III. ''''The Relations betweeti the Crozons of England and Scot- 
 land;" IV. "St. Thomas of Canterbury aiid his Biographers ;" 
 V. " The Reign of Ed-ward the Third;" VI. " The Holy Roman 
 Empire;" VII "The Eranks and the Gauls;" VIII "The 
 Early Sieges of Paris ;" IX. " Eredcrickthe Eirst, King of Italy ;" 
 X. "The Emperor Frederick the Second;" XI "Charles the 
 Bold;" XII. "Presidential Government." ~" All of thern are 
 -well zi'oj'th reading, and very agreeable to read. He never touches a 
 
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 question luithout adding to otir comprehension of it, xuitliout leaving 
 the impi'ession of an ample knozdedge, a righteous purpose, a clear 
 and powerful nnder standing'' — Sat u r day Review. 
 
 Garnett. IDYLLS AND EPIGRAMS. Chiefly from the Greek 
 
 Anthology. By Richard Garnett, Fcap. 8vo. 2s. 6d. 
 
 "A charming little book. For English readers, Mr. Garnett'' s 
 translations voill open a neiv world of thought^ — Westminster 
 Review. 
 
 Geikie. SCENERY OF SCOTLAND, viewed in Connexion 
 
 with its Physical Geology. By Archibald Geikie, F.R.S., 
 
 Director of the Geological Survey of Scotland. With Illustrations 
 and a New Geological Map. Crown 8vo. loj. 6^. 
 
 '•'' Before long, zoe doubt not, it toil I be one of the travelling companions 
 of every cultivated tourist in Scotland." — Edinburgh Courant. 
 '■^ A)niising, picturesque, and instructive.''^ — Times. ^^ There is 
 probably no one who has so thoroughly mastered the geology of 
 Scotland as Mr. Geikie.''— Va.1.1. Mall Gazette. 
 
 Gladstone.— JUVENTUS MUNDI. The Gods and Men of the 
 Heroic Age. By the Right Hon. W. E. Gladstone, M.P. 
 Crown 8vo. cloth extra. With Map. ioj-. 6d. Second Edition. 
 
 " This nc7u work of Mr. Gladstone deals especially zuiih the historic 
 element in Homer, expounding that element and furnishing by its 
 aid a full accoujit of the Homeric men and the Homeric religion. 
 It starts, after the introductory chapter, with a discussion of the 
 several races then existing in Hellas, inchiding the influence of the 
 Phanicians aiid Egyptians. It contains chapters ' ' On the Olympian 
 System, zaith its several Deities ;" " On the Ethics and the Polity of 
 the Heroic Age -f " On the Geography of Homer;" "-On the Cha- 
 racters of the Poems ; " presenting, in fine, a view of primitive life and 
 primitive society as found in the poems of Homer. To this N'ezi' 
 Edition various additions have been f?iade. ' ' To read these brilliant 
 details," says the Atke^ MUM, "is like standing on the Olympian 
 threshold and gazing at the ineffable brightness zvithin. " According 
 to the Westminster Review, "// would be difficult to poi^it out 
 a book that contains so much fidness of knaivledge along tvith so 
 much freshness of perception and clearness of presentation.''^ 
 
H BELLES LETTRES. 
 
 Globe Library. — See end of this Catalogue. 
 
 Golden Treasury of the best Songs and Lyrical 
 
 POEMS IN THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE.— See Golden 
 Treasury Series. 
 
 Golden Treasury Series. — See end of this Catalogue. 
 
 Goldsmith's Works. — See Globe Library. 
 
 Guesses at Truth. — By ;T\vo Brothers. With Vignette 
 Title, and Frontispiece. New Edition, with Memoir. Fcap. 8vo. 6.'-. 
 Also see Golden Treasury Series. 
 
 Thtse " Guesses at Tn'.ik " are not intended to tell the reader -what 
 to think. They are rather meant to serve the purpose of a quarry 
 in ivhich^ if one is building up his opinions for hij?iself, and only 
 ivants to be provided ivith materials, he may meet ivith many 
 things to suit him. To very many, since its publication, has this 
 ivork proved a stifuulus to earnest thought and noble action ; and 
 thus, to no small extent, it is beliez'ed, has it influenced the general 
 
 ' current of thinking during the last forty years. It is nozv no 
 secret that the authors -were Augustus and Julius Charles 
 Hare. " They — living as they did in constant ajidfree interchange 
 of thought on questions of philosophy and literature and art ; 
 delighting, each of thef?i, in the epigrammatic terseness which is the 
 charm of the * Pensees ' of Pascal, and the * Caracth-es ' of La 
 Bruyere — agreed to utter themselves in this form, a?id the book 
 appeared, anonyjuously, in two volumes, in 1827." 
 
 Hamerton. — Works by Philip Gilbert Hamertox :— 
 
 A PAINTER'S CAMP. Second Edition, revised. Extra fcap. 
 Svo. 6j-. 
 Book I. In England ; Book II. In Scotland; Book III. In France. 
 
 This is the story of an Artisfs encainpments and adventures. The 
 headings of a feiu chapter's may serve to convey a notiofi of the 
 character of the book: A Walk on the Lancashire Moors ; the 
 Author his own Housekeeper and Cook; Tents a7id Boats for the 
 
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 HamertOn — continued. 
 
 Highlands ; The Author encamps on an nninhabited Island ; A 
 Lake Voyage ; A Gipsy Journey to Glencoe ; Concerning Moon- 
 light and Old Castles ; A little French City ; A Farm in the 
 Autunois, Qj^c. &=c. " These pages, zvritten i^nth infinite spirit and 
 humour, bring into close rooms, back upon tired heads, the breezy 
 airs of Lancashire moors and Highland lochs, loith a freshness 
 which no recent novelist has succeeded in presei^ing.'^ — Noncon- 
 formist. ^^ His pages sparkle with many turns of expression, 
 not a few well-told anecdotes, and many observations zahich are the 
 fritit of attentive study and wise reflectio7i on the complicated phe- 
 nomena of human life, as well as oficnconscious nature^ — WEST- 
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 Kingsley (C.) — continued. 
 
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 Kingsley (C.) — continued. 
 HEREWARD THE WAKE— LAST OF THE ENGLISH. 
 
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 Mr. Kingslty here tells the story 0/ the final conflict of the two 
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 trade- surf, or wander through ifnpe?ietrable forests, where the tops 
 of the trees for7n a green cloud overhead, or gaze down glens which 
 B 2 
 
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 Kingsley (C.) — continued. 
 
 are watered by the clearest brooks, ritnning through masses of palm 
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 delighted and amazed.'''' — Athen^UM. 
 
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 23 
 
 Life and Times of Conrad the Squirrel. A Stoiy 
 
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24 BELLES LETT RES. 
 
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BELLES LETT RES. 25 
 
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 The old Japanese civilization is fast disappearing, and will, in a 
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26 BELLES LETTRES. 
 
 preserve as far as possible trustiuorthy records of a state of society 
 7v/iick, although venerable from its antiqjtity, has for Europeans 
 the charm of novelty ; hence the series of narratives and legends 
 translated by Mr. Mitford, and in li'hich the Japanese are vay 
 jiidicionsly left to tell their ozon tale. The tivo volumes comprise 
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 Morte d'Arthur. — See Globe Library. 
 
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 Nine Years Old.— By the Author of "St. Olave's," "When I 
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 Extra fcap. 8vo. cloth gilt. \s. 6d. 
 
BELLES LETT RES. 27 
 
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 may be compared with the best efforts of our best living writers.'" 
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 ager — British Quarterly. 
 
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 and instilling a lesson true, simple, and sublime.^' — Dublin 
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28 BELLES LETTRES. 
 
 Oliphant — cojitimtcd. 
 
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 the narrative, and make tis feel as we read it that we have been 
 spending a feio hours with friends who will make our aivji lives 
 better by their ozun noble purposes and holy living.''^ — British 
 Quarterly Review. 
 
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 of "John Halifax, Gentleman." Illustrated by Clarence 
 Dob ELL. Royal i6mo. 3J-. 6d. 
 
 " // is Just the book we could wish to see in the hands of every child.'' 
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 Extra fcap. Svo. 6s. 6d. 
 
 This is a, poem in six parts, each the utterance' of a distinct person. It 
 is the story of a yomig Scotchman of noble aims designed for the 
 ministry, but who ' ' rent the Creed trying to fit it 07i," who goes to 
 London to seek fame and foi'tune in literature., and who returns de- 
 feated to his old home in the north to die. The North British 
 Daily Mail, in revieiving the work, speaks of it as affording 
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 ing itself f 07-th 171 clear, s-weet, stro7ig rhyth77i. . . . Easy to cull, 
 re7na7'kable i7ista7ices of th7'illi7ig fe7'V07ir, of gloiving delicacy, of 
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 skill with zvhich the dive7'se pa7-ts of the poe7n a7'e set i7i 07ga7tic 
 relatio7i. . . . It is a fine poe77i, full of life, of 77iusic, and of clear 
 vision. " 
 
 Oxford Spectator, the. — Reprinted. Extra fcap. Svo. y. 6d. 
 
 These papei-s, after the 7nan7ier of Addiso7i^s "■ Spectator," appea7'ed 
 in Oxford f7-07n A'oz'e/iiber 1867 to December 1S68, at i/ite7-vals 
 
BELLES LETTRES. 29 
 
 z-arying from two days to a lueek. They attempt to sketch srueral 
 features of Oxford life from an tindei-graduate^s point of view, and 
 to give modem readings of hooks zuhich nndergradnates study. 
 '■'There is,'' the Saturday Review says, ''all the old fun, the 
 old sense of social ease and brightness and f-eedom, the old medley 
 of woj'k attd indolence, of jest and earnest, that made Oxford life 
 so picturesque.'' 
 
 Palgrave. — Works by Francis Turner Palgrave, M.A., late 
 Fellow of Exeter College, Oxford : — 
 
 ESSAYS ON ART. Extra fcap. 8vo. 6s. 
 
 Mtdready — Dyce — Holman Hunt — Herbert — Poetry,' Prose, and Sen- 
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 ]\[ost of these Essays have appeared in the Saturday Review 
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 The main object of the book is, by examples taken chiefly from the 
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30 BELLES LETTRES. 
 
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 GOLDEN TREASURY OF THE BEST SONGS AND LYRICS. 
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BELLES LETT RES. 31 
 
 *' We think his ^ Angel in the House ' limild be a good toedding-gifi 
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32 BELLES LETT RES. 
 
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 C 
 
34 BELLES LE TERES. 
 
 RoSSetti — continued. 
 
 ^''She handles her little marvel with that rare poetic discrimination 
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 bolism too far, nor keeps those wonders in the merely fabulous aiid 
 capricious stage. In fact, she has produced a true children's poe7n, 
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 THE PRINCE'S PROGRESS, AND OTHER POEMS. With 
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 on the spray i?t the su7ishine, or the quaint singing with zuhich a 
 child a7nuses itself when it forgets that anybody is listening.'''' — 
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 Rossetti (W. M.)— I^-'^^'TE'S hell. See "Dante." 
 
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 J. R. Seeley, M.A. Professor of ^Modern History in the 
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BELLES LETTRES. 35 
 
 Contents: — Roman Imperialism: i. 77ie Great Ro?nan Rei'olu- 
 tion; 2. The Proximate Cause of the Fall of the Roman Empire ; 
 3. The Later Empire. — Milton^ s Political Opinions — Milton's 
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 other Poems. By John Campbell Shairp, Pnncipal of the 
 
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 Shakespeare. — The Works of William Shakespeare. Cam- 
 bridge Edition. Edited by W. George Clark, M.A. and W. 
 Aldis Wright, M.A. Nine vols. 8vo. Cloth. 4/. 14^. 6d. 
 This, nozu acknozuledged to be the standard edition of Shakespeare, is 
 the result of many years' study and research on the part of the 
 accomplished Editars, assisted by the suggestions and contributions 
 of Shakespearian students in all parts of the country. The following 
 are the distinctive characteristics of this edition : — I. The text is 
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 Quarto editions of the separate plays, and of subsequent editions and 
 commentaries. 2. All the results of this collation are given in notes 
 at the foot of the page, together with the conjecttiral emendations 
 collected and suggested by the Editors, or furnished by their cor- 
 respondents, so as to give the reader a complete view of the existing 
 materials out of which the text has been constructed, or may be 
 ■ amended. 3. Where a quarto edition differs materially from the 
 received text, the text of the quarto is printed literatim in a s?nalltr 
 type after the received text. 4. The lines in each scene are num- 
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 C 2 
 
36 BELLES LETTRES. 
 
 play afeio notes, critical, expla7iatory, and illustrative, are added. 
 6. The Poems, edited on a similar plan, are printed at the end 
 of the Dramatic Works. The Preface cojitains some notes on 
 Shakespea7-ia7i Grammar, Spelling, Metre, and Punctuation, and 
 a history of all the chief editions from the Poet's time to the present. 
 The Guardian calls it an ^^ excellent, and, to the student, almost 
 indispensable edition ;" and the Examiner calls it ^^ an tinrivalled 
 edition.'^'' 
 
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 Shakespeare's Tempest. Edited with Glossarial and Ex- 
 plaaatciry Notes, by the Rev. J. M. Jephson. Second Edition, 
 iSmo. \s. 
 
 This is an edition for use in schools. The introduction treats briefly 
 of the value of language, the fable of the play and other points. 
 The notes are intended to teach the student to analyse eveiy obscure 
 sentence and trace out the logical sequence of the poefs thoughts ; 
 to point out the rules of Shakespeare^ s versification ; to explain 
 obsolete words and meajzings ; and to guide the studenfs taste by 
 directing his attention to such passages as seem especially ivorthy 
 of note for their poetical beauty or truth to nature. The text is in 
 the main founded upon that of the first collected editio7i of Shake- 
 speare^ s plays. 
 
 Smith. — POEMS. By Catherine Barnard Smith, Fcap. 
 8vo, 5i-. 
 
 ^^ Wealthy in feeli7ig, meaning, fijiish, a7id gi'ace ; 7iot without passio7i, 
 which is suppressed, but the keena- for that.'' — Athen^UM, 
 
 Smith (Rev. Walter).— HYMNS OF CHRIST AND THE 
 CHRISTIAN LIFE. By the Rev. Walter C. Smith, M.A. 
 Fcap, Svo. 6j. 
 
 " These are amo7ig the s%veetest sacred poefus we have read for a lo7ig 
 ti7ne. With no profuse imagery, exp7'essing a 7'a7ige of feeli7ig 
 a7id expressio7i by 7io 77iea7is u7icoi7inio7i, they are t7-ue a7id elevated, 
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BELLES LETT RES. ^-j 
 
 Spenser's "Works. — See Globe Library. 
 
 Spring Songs. By a West Highlander. With a VigneKe 
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 Miss Stephen defines religious Sisterhoods as " associations, the organi- 
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 that end being the spiritual welfare of the objects or the performers 
 of those tuorks."" Arguing from that point of vietu, she devotes the 
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 taking as specimens — /. The Deaconesses of the Primitive Church ; 
 II. the Beguines ; III. the Third Order of S. Francis ; IV. the 
 Sisters of Charity of S. Vince7it de Paul; V. the Deaconesses of 
 Modern Gerjjiany. In the second part. Miss Stephen attempts to 
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 same wants 7nay be effectually met by the organization of corre- 
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 advantage by many who have never thought of entering a Sister- 
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 Stephens (J. B.)— convict ONCE. A Poem. By J. Brun- 
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 jiinety-nine novels out of a Jmndred, as it is supciior to them in 
 power, -woi'th, and beauty. We should j?iost strongly advise every- 
 body to read ' Convict Once.' "—Westminster Review. 
 
 Storehouse of Stories.— See Yoxge, c. m. 
 
 Streets and Lanes of a City : Being the Reminiscences 
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 This little volujne records, to use the woi'ds of the Bishop of Salis- 
 bury, ^^ a portion of the experience, selected out of oz'ei'flovjitig 
 materials, of tzuo ladies, during several years of devoted -work as 
 district parochial visitors in a large population in the north of 
 England." Every incident tuirrated is absolutely true, and only 
 the names of the persons introduced have been (necessarily ) changed. 
 The ^^Reminiscences of Affiy Dutton'^ serve to illustrate the line 
 of argument adopted by Miss Stephen in her work on ' ^the Service 
 of the Poor,''' because they show that as in one aspect the lady visitor 
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 to blend the ^^ religious'' life with the '^^ secular,"" ajid in both does 
 service of extreme value to the Church and Nation. ' ' One of the 
 most really striking books that has ever come before us. " — Literary 
 Churchman. 
 
 Sunday Book of Poetry. — See Golden Treasury 
 Series. 
 
 Symonds (J. A., M.D.)— MISCELLANIES. By John 
 Addington Symonds, M.D. Selected and Edited, with an 
 Introductory Memoir, by his Son. 8vo. 7^-. 6d. 
 
 The late Dr. Symonds, of Bristol, was a man of singularly versatile 
 and elegant as well as powerful and scientific intellect. In order 
 to make this selection from his many works generally interesting, the 
 editor has confined himself to works of pure literature, and to such 
 scientific studies as had a general philosophical or social interest. 
 Among the general subjects are articles on the Principles of Beauty, 
 on Knowledge, and a Life of Dr. Pritchard ; a??iong the Scientific 
 Studies are papers on Sleep and Dreams, Apparitions, the Relations 
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 the Social and Political Aspects of Medicine ; and afe^u Poefns and 
 Translations, selected from a great nutnber of equal merit, have been 
 inserted at the end, as specimens of the lighter literary recreations 
 xuhich occupied the intervals of leisure in a long and laborious life. 
 "Mr. Symonds has cej'tainly done right in gathering together what 
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 Theophrastus, Characters of. — SeejEBB. 
 
 Thring.— SCHOOL SONGS. A Collection of Songs for Schools. 
 
 With the Music arranged for four Voices. Edited by the Rev. E. 
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 There is a tendency in schools to stereotype the forms of life. Any 
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 Temzyson's ""^ Light Brigade," Macaulay's '''Tory,''' etc. among other 
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 Tom Brown's School Days. — By An Old Boy. 
 
 Golden Treasury Edition, /\s. 6d. People's Edition, 2s. 
 
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 ** We have read and re-read this book with unmingled pleasure. . . . 
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 to exclaim. Bene! Optime!" — London Quarterly Review. 
 ^' An exact picture of the bright side of a Rugby boy's experience, 
 told with a life, a spirit, and a fond minuteness of detail and recol- 
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 Daily News. 
 
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 "^ book of great power ajul truth."— Na.tio^a.-l Review. 
 
40 BELLES LETTRE. 
 
 Trench. — Works by R. Chenevix Trench, D.D., Archbishop 
 of Dublin. (For other Works by this Author, see Theological. 
 Historical, and Philosophical Catalogues.) 
 
 POEMS. Collected and arranged anew. Fcap, 8vo. ']s. 6d. 
 
 ELEGIAC POEMS. Third Edition. Fcap. 8vo. 2s. dd. 
 
 CALDERON'S LIFE'S A DREAM : The Great Theatre of the 
 
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 4J. 6d. 
 HOUSEHOLD BOOK OF ENGLISH POETRY. Selected and 
 
 arranged, with Notes, by Archbishop Trench. Second Edition. 
 
 Extra fcap. Svo. 5^. 6d. 
 
 This volume is called a " Household Book,'" by this name implying 
 that it is a book for all — that thei'e is nothing in it to prevent it 
 from being confidently placed in the hands of every member of the 
 household. Specime?is of all classes of poetry are given, including 
 selections from living authors. The editor has aimed to produce 
 a book ^^ which the emigrant, finding room for litHe not absoliUdy 
 necessary, might yet find roonifor in his trunk, and the traveller 
 in his knapsack, and that on some narrow shelves where there are 
 few books this might be one.'^ " The Archbishop has conferred in 
 this delightful volume an important gift on the whole English- 
 speaking population of the world. " — Pall ]\L\ll Gazette. 
 
 SACRED LATIN POETRY, Chiefly Lyrical. Selected and 
 arranged for Use. By Archbishop Trench. Second Edition, 
 Corrected and Improved. Fcap. Svo. ']s. 
 
 '* Tlie aim of the present volu??ie is to offer to 7?i embers of our English 
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 to have the current of their sympathies checked, by co7ni7ig 7ipon that 
 which, however beautiful as poetry ^ out of higher respects they nnist 
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 own spiritual mother.^' — PREFACE, 
 
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BELLES LETT RES. 41 
 
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BELLES LETT RES. 43 
 
 Webster — continued. 
 
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BELLES LETTRES. 45 
 
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46 BELLES LETTRES. 
 
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50 GOLDEN TREASURY SERIES. 
 
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GOLDEN TREASURY SERIES. 51 
 
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52 GOLDEN TREASURY SERIES. 
 
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54 GLOBE LIBRARY. 
 
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GLuBE LIBRARY. 55 
 
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56 GLOBE LIBRARY. 
 
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