Ye'll be wishin' yerself back on the _Tobermory_.' But Gresson speeded me joyfully on my way, and said he wished he were coming with me.

He even accompanied me the first hundred yards, and waved his hat after me till I was round the turn of the road.
The first stage in that journey was pure delight.

I was thankful to be rid of the infernal boat, and the hot summer scents coming down the glen were comforting after the cold, salt smell of the sea.

The road lay up the side of a small bay, at the top of which a big white house stood among gardens.

Presently I had left the coast and was in a glen where a brown salmon-river swirled through acres of bog-myrtle.