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With my stepping ashore I began the most unhappy part of my adventures. It was half-past twelve in the morning, and though the wind was broken by the land, it was a cold night. I dared not sit down (for I thought I should have frozen), but took off my shoes and walked to and fro upon the sand, bare-foot, and beating my breast with infinite weariness. There was no sound of man or cattle; not a cock crew, though it was about the hour of their first waking; only the surf broke outside in the distance, which put me in mind of my perils and those of my friend. To walk by the sea at that hour of the morning, and in a place so desert-like and lonesome, struck me with a kind of fear.
As soon as the day began to break I put on my shoes and climbed a hill — the ruggedest scramble I ever undertook — falling, the whole way, between big blocks of granite, or leaping from one to another. When I got to the top the dawn was come. There was no sign of the brig, which must have lifted from the reef and sunk. The boat, too, was nowhere to be seen. There was never a sail upon the ocean; and in what I could see of the land was neither house nor man.
I was afraid to think what had
befallen my shipmates,
and afraid to look longer at so empty a scene.
What with my wet clothes and weariness, and my belly
that now began to
ache with hunger, I had enough to trouble me without that.
So I set off eastward along the south coast, hoping
to find a house where
I might warm myself, and perhaps get news of those I had lost.
And at the worst, I considered the sun would soon
rise and dry my
After a little, my way was stopped by a creek or inlet of the sea, which seemed to run pretty deep into the land; and as I had no means to get across, I must needs change my direction to go about the end of it. It was still the roughest kind of walking; indeed the whole, not only of Earraid, but of the neighbouring part of Mull (which they call the Ross) is nothing but a jumble of granite rocks with heather in among. At first the creek kept narrowing as I had looked to see; but presently to my surprise it began to widen out again. At this I scratched my head, but had still no notion of the truth: until at last I came to a rising ground, and it burst upon me all in a moment that I was cast upon a little barren isle, and cut off on every side by the salt seas.
Instead of the sun rising to dry me, it came on to rain, with a thick mist; so that my case was lamentable.
I stood in the rain, and shivered,
and wondered what
to do, till it occurred to me that perhaps the creek was fordable.
Back I went to the narrowest point and waded in.
But not three yards from shore, I plumped in head
over ears; and if ever
I was heard of more, it was rather by God's grace than my own prudence.
I was no wetter (for that could hardly be), but I
was all the colder for
this mishap; and having lost another hope was the more unhappy.
And now, all at once, the yard came
in my head.
What had carried me through the roost would surely
serve me to cross this
little quiet creek in safety. With
that I set off, undaunted, across the top of the isle, to fetch and
back. It was a weary tramp in all ways, and if hope had not buoyed me
up, I must
have cast myself down and given up.
with the sea salt, or because I was growing fevered, I was distressed
thirst, and had to stop, as I went, and drink the peaty water out of
I came to the bay at last, more
dead than alive; and
at the first glance, I thought the yard was something farther out than
left it. In I went,
for the third
time, into the sea. The
smooth and firm, and shelved gradually down, so that I could wade out
water was almost to my neck and the little waves splashed into my face.
But at that depth my feet began to leave me, and I
durst venture in no
farther. As for the
yard, I saw it
bobbing very quietly some twenty feet beyond.
I had borne up well until this last disappointment; but at that I came ashore, and flung myself down upon the sands and wept.
The time I spent upon the island is
still so horrible
a thought to me, that I must pass it lightly over.
In all the books I have read of people cast away,
they had either their
pockets full of tools, or a chest of things would be thrown upon the
with them, as if on purpose. My
case was very different. I
nothing in my pockets but money and Alan's silver button; and being
I was as much short of knowledge as of means.
I knew indeed that shell-fish were counted good to eat; and among the rocks of the isle I found a great plenty of limpets, which at first I could scarcely strike from their places, not knowing quickness to be needful. There were, besides, some of the little shells that we call buckies; I think periwinkle is the English name. Of these two I made my whole diet, devouring them cold and raw as I found them; and so hungry was I, that at first they seemed to me delicious.
Perhaps they were out of season, or perhaps there was something wrong in the sea about my island. But at least I had no sooner eaten my first meal than I was seized with giddiness and retching, and lay for a long time no better than dead. A second trial of the same food (indeed I had no other) did better with me, and revived my strength. But as long as I was on the island, I never knew what to expect when I had eaten; sometimes all was well, and sometimes I was thrown into a miserable sickness; nor could I ever distinguish what particular fish it was that hurt me.
All day it streamed rain; the island ran like a sop, there was no dry spot to be found; and when I lay down that night, between two boulders that made a kind of roof, my feet were in a bog.
The second day I crossed the island
to all sides.
There was no one part of it better than another; it
was all desolate and
rocky; nothing living on it but game birds which I lacked the means to
the gulls which haunted the outlying rocks in a prodigious number.
But the creek, or strait, that cut off the isle from
the main-land of the
Ross, opened out on the north into a bay, and the bay again opened into
Sound of Iona; and it was the neighbourhood of this place that I chose
to be my
home; though if I had thought upon the very name of home in such a
spot, I must
have burst out weeping.
I had good reasons for my choice. There was in this part of the isle a little hut of a house like a pig's hut, where fishers used to sleep when they came there upon their business; but the turf roof of it had fallen entirely in; so that the hut was of no use to me, and gave me less shelter than my rocks. What was more important, the shell-fish on which I lived grew there in great plenty; when the tide was out I could gather a peck at a time: and this was doubtless a convenience. But the other reason went deeper. I had become in no way used to the horrid solitude of the isle, but still looked round me on all sides (like a man that was hunted), between fear and hope that I might see some human creature coming. Now, from a little up the hillside over the bay, I could catch a sight of the great, ancient church and the roofs of the people's houses in Iona. And on the other hand, over the low country of the Ross, I saw smoke go up, morning and evening, as if from a homestead in a hollow of the land.
I used to watch this smoke, when I
was wet and cold,
and had my head half turned with loneliness; and think of the fireside
company, till my heart burned. It
was the same with the roofs of Iona.
this sight I had of men's homes and comfortable lives, although it put
on my own sufferings, yet it kept hope alive, and helped me to eat my
shell-fish (which had soon grown to be a disgust), and saved me from
of horror I had whenever I was quite alone with dead rocks, and fowls,
rain, and the cold sea.
I say it kept hope alive; and
indeed it seemed
impossible that I should be left to die on the shores of my own
within view of a church-tower and the smoke of men's houses.
But the second day passed; and though as long as the
light lasted I kept
a bright look-out for boats on the Sound or men passing on the Ross, no
came near me. It
still rained, and
I turned in to sleep, as wet as ever, and with a cruel sore throat, but
comforted, perhaps, by having said good-night to my next neighbours,
Charles the Second declared a man
could stay outdoors
more days in the year in the climate of England than in any other.
This was very like a king, with a palace at his back
and changes of dry
clothes. But he
must have had better luck on his flight from Worcester
than I had on that miserable isle.
was the height of the summer; yet it rained for more than twenty-four
did not clear until the afternoon of the third day.
This was the day of incidents.
In the morning I saw a red deer, a buck with a fine
spread of antlers,
standing in the rain on the top of the island; but he had scarce seen
from under my rock, before he trotted off upon the other side.
I supposed he must have swum the strait; though what
should bring any
creature to Earraid, was more than I could fancy.
A little after, as I was jumping
about after my
limpets, I was startled by a guinea-piece, which fell upon a rock in
front of me
and glanced off into the sea. When
the sailors gave me my money again, they kept back not only about a
third of the
whole sum, but my father's leather purse; so that from that day out, I
my gold loose in a pocket with a button.
I now saw there must be a hole, and clapped my hand
place in a great hurry. But
was to lock the stable door after the steed was stolen. I had left the
Queensferry with near on fifty pounds; now I found no more than two
guinea-pieces and a silver shilling.
It is true I picked up a third
guinea a little after,
where it lay shining on a piece of turf.
That made a fortune of three pounds and four
English money, for a lad, the rightful heir of an estate, and now
starving on an
isle at the extreme end of the wild Highlands.
This state of my affairs dashed me
and, indeed my plight on that third morning was truly pitiful.
My clothes were beginning to rot; my stockings in
particular were quite
worn through, so that my shanks went naked; my hands had grown quite
the continual soaking; my throat was very sore, my strength had much
my heart so turned against the horrid stuff I was condemned to eat,
very sight of it came near to sicken me.
And yet the worst was not yet come.
There is a pretty high rock on the northwest of Earraid, which (because it had a flat top and overlooked the Sound) I was much in the habit of frequenting; not that ever I stayed in one place, save when asleep, my misery giving me no rest. Indeed, I wore myself down with continual and aimless goings and comings in the rain.
As soon, however, as the sun came
out, I lay down on
the top of that rock to dry myself.
comfort of the sunshine is a thing I cannot tell.
It set me thinking hopefully of my deliverance, of
had begun to despair; and I scanned the sea and the Ross with a fresh
On the south of my rock, a part of the island jutted
out and hid the open
ocean, so that a boat could thus come quite near me upon that side, and
none the wiser.
Well, all of a sudden, a coble with
a brown sail and
a pair of fishers aboard of it, came flying round that corner of the
for Iona. I shouted
out, and then
fell on my knees on the rock and reached up my hands and prayed to them.
They were near enough to hear — I could even see
the colour of their
hair; and there was no doubt but they observed me, for they cried out
Gaelic tongue, and laughed. But
the boat never turned aside, and flew on, right before my
eyes, for Iona.
I could not believe such
wickedness, and ran along
the shore from rock to rock, crying on them piteously. even after they
of reach of my voice, I still cried and waved to them; and when they
gone, I thought my heart would have burst.
All the time of my troubles I wept only twice. Once, when I could not
reach the yard, and now, the second
time, when these fishers turned a deaf ear to my cries.
But this time I wept and roared like a wicked child,
up the turf with my nails, and grinding my face in the earth.
If a wish would kill men, those two fishers would
never have seen
morning, and I should likely have died upon my island.
When I was a little over my anger,
I must eat again,
but with such loathing of the mess as I could now scarce control.
Sure enough, I should have done as well to fast, for
my fishes poisoned
me again. I had all
my first pains;
my throat was so sore I could scarce swallow; I had a fit of strong
which clucked my teeth together; and there came on me that dreadful
illness, which we have no name for either in Scotch or English.
I thought I should have died, and made my peace with
God, forgiving all
men, even my uncle and the fishers; and as soon as I had thus made up
my mind to
the worst, clearness came upon me; I observed the night was falling
clothes were dried a good deal; truly, I was in a better case than ever
since I had landed on the isle; and so I got to sleep at last, with a
The next day (which was the fourth
of this horrible
life of mine) I found my bodily strength run very low.
But the sun shone, the air was sweet, and what I
managed to eat of the
shell-fish agreed well with me and revived my courage.
I was scarce back on my rock (where
I went always the
first thing after I had eaten) before I observed a boat coming down the
and with her head, as I thought, in my direction.
I began at once to hope and fear
exceedingly; for I
thought these men might have thought better of their cruelty and be
to my assistance. But
disappointment, such as yesterday's, was more than I could bear.
I turned my back, accordingly, upon the sea, and did
not look again till
I had counted many hundreds. The
boat was still heading for the island.
next time I counted the full thousand, as slowly as I could, my heart
as to hurt me. And
then it was out
of all question. She
straight to Earraid!
I could no longer hold myself back,
but ran to the
seaside and out, from one rock to another, as far as I could go.
It is a marvel I was not drowned; for when I was
brought to a stand at
last, my legs shook under me, and my mouth was so dry, I must wet it
sea-water before I was able to shout.
All this time the boat was coming
on; and now I was
able to perceive it was the same boat and the same two men as
yesterday. This I
knew by their hair, which the one had of a bright yellow and the other
But now there was a third man along with them, who
looked to be of a
As soon as they were come within easy speech, they let down their sail and lay quiet. In spite of my supplications, they drew no nearer in, and what frightened me most of all, the new man tee-hee'd with laughter as he talked and looked at me.
Then he stood up in the boat and
addressed me a long
while, speaking fast and with many wavings of his hand. I told him I
Gaelic; and at this he became very angry, and I began to suspect he
was talking English. Listening
close, I caught the word "whateffer" several times; but all the rest
was Gaelic and might have been Greek and Hebrew for me.
"Whatever," said I, to show him I
caught a word.
"Yes, yes — yes, yes," says he, and then he looked at the other men, as much as to say, "I told you I spoke English," and began again as hard as ever in the Gaelic.
This time I picked out another word, "tide." Then I had a flash of hope. I remembered he was always waving his hand towards the mainland of the Ross.
"Do you mean when the tide is out — ?" I cried, and could not finish.
"Yes, yes," said he. "Tide."
At that I turned tail upon their
boat (where my
adviser had once more begun to tee-hee with laughter), leaped back the
way I had
come, from one stone to another, and set off running across the isle as
never run before. In
about half an
hour I came out upon the shores of the creek; and, sure enough, it was
into a little trickle of water, through which I dashed, not above my
landed with a shout on the main island.
A sea-bred boy would not have
stayed a day on
Earraid; which is only what they call a tidal islet, and except in the
the neaps, can be entered and left twice in every twenty-four hours,
dry-shod, or at the most by wading.
I, who had the tide going out and in before me in the bay, and even
the ebbs, the better to get my shellfish — even I (I say) if I had sat
think, instead of raging at my fate, must have soon guessed the secret,
free. It was no
wonder the fishers
had not understood me. The
was rather that they had ever guessed my pitiful illusion, and taken
to come back. I had starved with cold and hunger on that island for
one hundred hours. But
fishers, I might have left my bones there, in pure folly.
And even as it was, I had paid for it pretty dear,
not only in past
sufferings, but in my present case; being clothed like a beggar-man,
to walk, and in great pain of my sore throat.
I have seen wicked men and fools, a great many of both; and I believe they both get paid in the end; but the fools first.
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