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RAMBLES NORTHWARD. 255
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•*— The Road From Melvich To Tongue Skir...
Cape Wrath , distant nearly fourteen miles from the inn at Durin , is somewhat difficult of accessthe Kyle of Durness intervening ,
, sidering across which 1 that there the headland is a ferry is for eleven man miles but from not for the beast ferry ; , and and , con that
there are no inhabitants on the Cape Wrath side but a few shepherds and the lone dwellers in the lighthouse , this is an awkward fact for
the traveller whose pedestrian powers are limited . In our case , however , Mrs . Ross undertook to smooth the way ,
so starting early in the morning from her hospitable door , under the guidance of a " laddie / ' furnished with warm wraps and provisions ,
we walked the two miles and a half to the ferry , and , taking boat , found waiting our arrival on the other side , a shepherd ' s stiff little
cart and a " sheltie , " with shock mane and straight legs , innocent of bit or bridlehis onlhead-gear a halter . Sweet fresh hay and
, y pillows in snow-white cases , provided by the ferryman ' s wife , rendered our primitive vehicle comfortable ; and , with a sturdy old man
for charioteer and guide , we set off at a foot pace for the eleven miles of hill and moor road to Cape Wrath .
It was a bright sparkling morning , beautiful to behold , but oh ! the keen east wind that penetrated through plaid and blanket , flesh and
bones , to one's very marrow , whistling its way through nose and ears to the braina littering subtle wind that crisped and curled the
nervesand wilted , g and withered the vital energies ; would that our experience , that day had been the experience of Charles Kingsley ,
ere he indited that Ode to the North-East Wind which makes one shiver on a hot Julday !
ties Sp in ite the of thi shape s bitt of y er sea wind rock , however and , moor the road that offered our necessaril so many y beau slow
-, , , peregrination cuts " on foot was while full the of enjoyment and cart , enhanced wound slowl by scrambling y around " the short la- ¦ •'
_Tborious ascent . The road pony follows the coast for a little while , bearing no small resemblance to the famous Cornice road ; it then strikes
inland for four or five miles across the high moor of the valley , over which the lofty mountains of Fashbein and Skrisbein stand guard , "
till , emerging again on the coast , and affording glimpses of curious isolated rocks , it finally brings the visitor in view of a vast expanse
of ocean , and of what at first sight has the appearance of a fortification rather than of a lihthousethe low square turretted
buildings being surrounded by g a strong , wall . Well may the building which has to withstand the fierce gales of that exposed sitxiation
be low and strong and shielded on all sides by granite walls . Wild work do the elements make there , and wild work is it for the hardy
men whose vocation it is , night by night , week "by week , month by monthand year after yearwhile youth merges into manhood and
manhood and exposed , into points age , to of stand the , coast lone . watchers Watchers at , all with the whom most dangerous a few
moments' lapse of duty might consign souls innumerable and wealth
untold to the hungry depths of ocean .
Rambles Northward. 255
RAMBLES NORTHWARD . 255
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English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), Dec. 1, 1859, page 255, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01121859/page/39/
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