As they pulled away he pointed silently to a steep crag on the shingly beach.

The chief stood upon it.

He waved his bonnet, and then the long-pent feelings of the clan found vent in one long, pitiful Gallic lament, _O hon a rie! O hon a rie!_ For a few moments the boats lay at rest, no man was able to lift an oar.

Suddenly Tallisker's clear, powerful voice touched the right chord.

To the grand, plaintive melody of St.Mary's he began the 125th Psalm, "They in the Lord that firmly trust shall be like Sion hill, Which at no time can be removed, but standeth ever still.
As round about Jerusalem the mountains stand alway; The Lord his folk doth compass so from henceforth and for aye." And thus singing together they passed from their old life into a new one.
Colin had been indignant and sorrowful over the whole affair.