sail very briskly about one o’clock.  I was much pleased with the motion for many hours.  Dr. Johnson grew sick, and retired under cover, as it rained a good deal.  I kept above, that I might have fresh air, and finding myself not affected by the motion of the vessel, I exulted in being a stout seaman, while Dr. Johnson was quite in a state of annihilation.  But I was soon humbled; for after imagining that I could go with ease to America or the East-Indies, I became very sick, but kept above board, though it rained hard.

As we had been detained so long in Sky by bad weather, we gave up the scheme that Col had planned for us of visiting several islands, and contented ourselves with the prospect of seeing Mull, and Icolmkill and Inchkenneth, which lie near to it.

Mr. Simpson was sanguine in his hopes for awhile, the wind being fair for us.  He said, he would land us at Icolmkill that night.  But when the wind failed, it was resolved we should make for the sound of Mull, and land in the harbour of Tobermorie.  We kept near the five herring vessels for some time; but afterwards four of them got before us, and one little wherry fell behind us.  When we got in full view of the point of Ardnamurchan, the wind changed, and was directly against our getting into the Sound.  We were then obliged to tack, and get forward in that tedious manner.  As we advanced, the storm grew greater, and the sea very rough.  Col then began to talk of making for Egg, or Canna, or his own island.  Our skipper said, he would get us into the Sound.  Having struggled for this a good while in vain, he said, he would push forward till we were near the land of Mull, where we might cast anchor, and lie till the morning; for although, before this, there had been a good moon, and I had pretty distinctly seen not only the land of Mull, but up the Sound, and the country of Morven as at one end of it, the night was now grown very dark.  Our crew consisted of one M’Donald, our skipper, and two sailors, one of whom had but one eye:  Mr. Simpson himself, Col, and Hugh M’Donald his servant, all helped.  Simpson said, he would willingly go for Col, if young Col or his servant would undertake to pilot us to a harbour; but, as the island is low land, it was dangerous to run upon it in the dark.  Col and his servant appeared a little dubious.  The scheme of running for Canna seemed then to be embraced; but Canna was ten leagues off, all out of our way; and they were afraid to attempt the harbour of Egg.  All these different plans were successively in agitation.  The old skipper still tried to make for the land of Mull; but then it was considered that there was no place there where we could anchor in safety.  Much time was lost in striving against the storm.  At last it became so rough, and threatened to be so much worse, that Col and his servant took more courage, and said they would undertake to hit one of the harbours in Col.  ‘Then let us run for it in GOD’S name,’ said the skipper; and instantly we turned