He was not thinking about the land itself, but about the men who had been driven from it fifty years before.

His desire was not for reform, but for restitution, and that was past the power of any Government.

I went to bed in the loft in a sad, reflective mood, considering how in speeding our newfangled plough we must break down a multitude of molehills and how desirable and unreplaceable was the life of the moles.
In brisk, shining weather, with a wind from the south-east, we put off next morning.

In front was a brown line of low hills, and behind them, a little to the north, that black toothcomb of mountain range which I had seen the day before from the Arisaig ridge.
'That is the Coolin,' said the fisherman.

'It is a bad place where even the deer cannot go.