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 But this is the age, in which those who could not read, have been supposed to write; in which the giants of antiquated romance have been exhibited as realities. If we know little of the ancient Highlanders, let us not fill the vacuity with. If we had not searched the regions, let us however forbear to people them with.

Having waited some days at, we were flattered at last with a wind that promised to convey us to. We went on board a boat that was taking in kelp, and left the Isle of behind us. We were doomed to experience, like others, the danger of trusting to the wind, which blew against us, in a short time, with such violence, that we, being no seasoned sailors, were willing to call it a tempest. I was sea-sick and lay down. Mr. kept the deck. The master knew not well whither to go; and our difficulties might perhaps have filled a very pathetick page