I remember I thought the service extremely wearisome, and I soon
grew tired of listening to the doctrinal discourse that was given
for our benefit. I found diversion in looking through a little
window behind the minister, and in observing the curious
contortions which were given to a cow browsing on the heath outside
whenever the animal passed a certain round knot in the glass.
Captain Flett remained ashore with the minister for the rest of the
day; and in the afternoon, when Peter was asleep in his bunk, Jerry
and I left the schooner and went for a walk across the hills. The
weather was not very inviting, for the wind blew in cold, cutting
gusts from the northwest, and there was little of interest to be
seen on the bleak, treeless waste. The coastline of Scotland was
hidden in mist, and even the crown of the Ward hi?^ll was covered
by the low-lying clouds. There would be little, indeed, to tell of
this walk were it not for an adventure that we encountered.
We had got round into the Red Glen, and were resting on a great
gray boulder. Everything was so quiet in the shelter of the hills
that even the birds seemed to recognize that it was Sunday. Not a
living thing was to be seen or a sound to be heard, except the
soughing of the wind and the trickling of a burn down the hillside.
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