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ESN BE RU RS 5 RR oR TT a Soa rg ne te ie ee 201 JOSEPH WILMOT; OR, THE AB aU SAUL ese USNANALAD AL ee = He ye > —— > f ~ = <— el Ss | NSS ‘ill < 1 = ZLENS aw ——~ = MEMOIRS OF A MAN-SERVANT, ea eat * ree ee IM PVCWINGVA Atay \ | Till os ed “ t - 3) Ue | WSs Wall Wwe hy U SEN DZ ry J, L Tae who was expected: but my appearance (for I was well dressed, albeit in a suit made by a Rotterdam tailor) seemed to forbid the idea in the ferry- man’s fancy that I could be the one who was thus awaited. I therefore lost no time in stating who I was: and he gave me a civil welcome. I endeavoured to force upon the postilion such a gratuity as I thought he deserved: but he vowed that he could not take a single baubee —for that Mr. Duncansby had not only paid him well, but had threatened to visit him with his future displeasure if he received anything at my hands. He thanked me all the same; and slashing his horses, drove towards the village of Methglin—a sweet picturesque little place at about a quarter of a mile distant, on the same shore of the lake as that where I was standing. The ferryman—a dependant of Mr. Vennachar’s, just as a gate-porter at the entrance of an English estate is to the owner thereof,—loosened the 26 — ~~, he >> smallest of the boats, put my trunk into it, and when I was seated therein, began to row me acrosg to the peninsula. It was a lovely afternoon in the middle of March—or rather verging towards even- ing, that I thus found myself for the first time upon a Highland loch. The sun was still shining bright over the western hills; and but a few clouds cast their broad shadows on the sides of the moun- tains, or were reproduced in fantastic shapes in the depths of the clear water. The air had nothing of that bleakness which I had expected to experience in the Highlands at this still somewhat early season of the year; but it was fraught with a bracing, healthy freshness. As the boat drew nearer to the shore of the Inch—as I shall hence- forth call the peninsula—the spacious building on the summit stood out in still grander and bolder relief against the blue sky. The trees were just beginning to put forth their verdure in some parts —but in others they yet retained their wintry ap- rr re eee ee OS EIRENE oF AN ESRC SERRE, SE RI APSR EL ORL ECORNICLO@ (C SH (CO) AA