seem to have made this a singularly happy time.  The writer of the account (Mr. Clark, of Ulva) says that he had frequently listened with delight to the tales of pastoral life led by the people on these occasions; it was indeed a relic of Arcadia.  There were tragic traditions, too, of Ulva; notably that of Kirsty’s Rock, an awful place where the islanders are said to have administered Lynch law to a woman who had unwittingly killed a girl she meant only to frighten, for the alleged crime—­denied by the girl—­of stealing a cheese.  The poor woman was broken-hearted when she saw what she had done; but the neighbors, filled with horror, and deaf to her remonstrances, placed her in a sack, which they laid upon a rock covered by the sea at high water, where the rising tide slowly terminated her existence.  Livingstone quotes Macaulay’s remark on the extreme savagery of the Highlanders of those days, like the Cape Caffres, as he says; and the tradition of Kirsty’s Rock would seem to confirm it.  But the stories of the “baughting-time” presented a fairer aspect of Ulva life, and no doubt left happier impressions on his mind.  His grandfather, as he tells us, had an almost unlimited stock of such stories, which he was wont to rehearse to his grandchildren and other rapt listeners.

[Footnote 2:  Kilninian and Kilmore.  See New Statistical Account of Scotland, Argyllshire, p. 345]

When, for the first and last time in his life, David Livingstone visited Ulva, in 1864, in a friend’s yacht, he could hear little or nothing of his relatives.  In 1792, his grandfather, as he tells us, left it for Blantyre, in Lanarkshire, about seven miles from Glasgow, on the banks of the Clyde, where he found employment in a cotton factory.  The dying charge of the unnamed ancestor must have sunk into the heart of his descendant, for, being a God-fearing man and of sterling honesty, he was employed in the conveyance of large sums of money from Glasgow to the works, and in his old age was pensioned off, so as to spend his declining years in ease and comfort.  There is a tradition in the family, showing his sense of the value of education, that he was complimented by the Blantyre school-master for never grudging the price of a school-book for any of his children—­a compliment, we fear, not often won at the present day.  The other near relations of Livingstone seem to have left the island at the same time, and settled in Canada, Prince Edward’s Isle, and the United States.

The influence of his Highland blood was apparent in many ways in David Livingstone’s character.  It modified the democratic influences of his earlier years, when he lived among the cotton spinners of Lanarkshire.  It enabled him to enter more readily into the relation of the African tribes to their chiefs, which, unlike some other missionaries, he sought to conserve, while purifying it by Christian influence.  It showed itself in the dash and daring which were so remarkbly