Amid the High Hills

<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_165"></SPAN>[165]</span></p> <div class="figcenter illowp100" id="ich13" style="max-width: 46.875em;"> <ANTIMG class="w100" src="images/i_ch13.jpg" alt="Flying Ducks" /></div> <h2 class="nobreak" id="XIII">XIII<br/> TRAPPED </h2> <p><span class="smcap">I never</span> hear any one mention Spring-Tide without thinking of an experience which I had whilst duck-shooting on the north-west coast of Scotland.</p> <p>On the afternoon of a certain autumn day I went out to try to shoot wild duck, the plan being that I should be landed with my gun and spaniel on a rocky islet in a certain sea loch, and that I should wait, taking what cover I could amongst the rocks, whilst the boat from which I was landed should be rowed up to the head of the loch in order to flush the wild duck of which there were always numbers there at that time of the year. It was known that on being disturbed the duck would fly down the loch towards the open sea,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_166"></SPAN>[166]</span> and some of them would probably cross the rocks on which I was waiting.</p> <p>It was a fairly quiet though misty day when we set out, but there were clouds gathering in the east, and it looked as if there would be a storm before long. In due course I was landed on the little island, which was quite small and consisted of low-lying rocks. I said to my old fisherman, who with another man was rowing the boat, “Are you sure that these rocks are never covered by the sea?” and he replied, “Ach, no, it is arl richt.”</p> <p>Away went the boat, and in it besides the two men rowing were an old friend of mine, who was a cautious Scot, and two ladies.</p> <p><SPAN name="WESTERN" id="WESTERN"></SPAN></p> <div class="figcenter illowp100" id="i166fp" style="max-width: 62.5em;"> <ANTIMG class="w100 p2" src="images/i_166_fp.jpg" alt="" /> <div class="caption"><p class="pfs80">AMONG THE WESTERN ISLANDS.</p> <p class="pfs80">From a Photograph by Miss <span class="smcap">Diana Darling</span>.</p> </div> </div> <p>Not long after it was out of sight the wind rose and rain began to fall. After a time some duck passed out of shot, then a single bird which I killed, then after another interval a big lot well out of shot, and then at intervals two single birds, one of which I brought down. The spaniel had enough to do to retrieve the birds with the strong tide and high wind. Just after this a storm of wind and rain swept down the loch, and the sea became very wild. I was still thinking about the duck, but felt no anxiety after what the old<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_167"></SPAN>[167]</span> fisherman had said. After a time, however, I began to feel some apprehension, as the tide was rising very rapidly and there was only a comparatively small part of the island uncovered. I thought I had better make up my mind as to which was the highest point on the island, and particularly where I should have the best chance of retaining my footing if the sea rose much higher. I selected what seemed to be the best place for this purpose, with some short rocks in front of me, and took up my stand peering into the mist from time to time for a sight of the boat and hoping every moment to see it. There was now so small a part of the island uncovered that I was getting very wet from the waves, which were breaking with some force, and my dog was very excited, barking and whining and making a great fuss.</p> <p>Things were becoming very serious, and I could see that unless the tide turned within a few minutes the rocks would be covered. The water rose so high and so rapidly that I was now standing in water and the ducks I had shot were washed away. Still no sign of the boat, and the tide still rising.</p> <p>The waves by this time were breaking over the<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_168"></SPAN>[168]</span> rocks, and for a few moments I was thoroughly alarmed, as I realised that if the tide rose a little higher I should probably be washed off, and though I could swim I had no reasonable hope of being able in that sea to swim the considerable distance which separated me from the mainland. However, the feeling of fear was very short, and was followed by a grim determination to hold on for all I was worth, and, strange as it seemed to me afterwards, a pleasurable excitement in what I realised was going to be a desperate effort to keep my footing. There were very few points of the rock left uncovered now, and the tide was still rising, when suddenly out of the mist I saw the boat coming, rising and falling in the angry sea.</p> <p>To cut a long story short, it was a most dangerous and difficult job to take me off the rocks without upsetting the boat, but it was managed all right by the two men, the older of whom was a very experienced seaman. In less than three minutes after they got me off, the point of rock that I had been on was covered and there was nothing of the island to be seen.</p> <p>My friend, to whom I shall be ever grateful, declares that he saved my life, and this I think<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_169"></SPAN>[169]</span> was the fact, for when the wind got up he insisted on the men going back to the island at once, feeling very nervous on my account, and they had a tremendous pull to get back in time as the sea was very rough and the tide was running strongly against them.</p> <p><SPAN name="STROME" id="STROME"></SPAN></p> <div class="figcenter illowp100" id="i168fp" style="max-width: 62.5em;"> <ANTIMG class="w100 p2" src="images/i_168_fp.jpg" alt="" /> <div class="caption"><p class="pfs80">WHERE STROME CASTLE LOOKS OVER THE SEA TO SKYE.</p> <p class="pfs80">By <span class="smcap">Finlay Mackinnon</span>.</p> </div> </div> <p>The cause of the rocks being covered by the sea&mdash;a very rare occurrence&mdash;was an unusually high spring tide coupled with a strong gale from the opposite direction, which made the waves much higher than they would otherwise have been in a loch which has the reputation of being one of the most dangerous lochs on the west coast for squalls.</p> <hr class="chap" /> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />