Excerpt from The Pirate, And, the Fortunes of Nigel
With these purposes of public utility, and some personal amusement, in View, we left the port of Leith on the 26th July, 1814, ran along the east coast of Scotland, viewing its different curiosities, stood over to Zetland and Orkney, where we were some time detained by the wonders of a country which displayed so much that was new to us; and having seen what was curious in the Ultima Thule of the ancients, Where the sun hardly thought it worth While to go to bed, since his rising was at this season so early, we doubled the extreme northern termination of Scotland, and took a rapid survey of the Hebrides, where we found many kind friends. There, that our little expedition might not want the dignity of danger, we were favored with a distant glimpse of what was said to be an American cruiser, and had opportunity to consider What a pretty figure we should have made had the voyage ended in our being carried captive to the United States. After visiting the romantic shores of Morven and the vicinity of Oban, we made a run to the coast of Ireland and visited the Giant's Causeway, that we might compare it with Staffa, which we had surveyed in our course. At length, about the middle of September, we ended our voyage in the Clyde, at the port of Greenock.* And thus terminated our pleasant tour, to which our equip ment gave unusual facilities, as the ship's company could form a strong boat's crew, independent of those who might be left on board the vessel, which permitted us the freedom to land wherever our curiosity carried us. Let me add, while reviewing for a moment a sunny portion of my life, that among the six or seven friends who performed this voyage together, some of them doubtless of different tastes and pur suits, and remaining for several weeks on board a small ves sel, there never occurred the slightest dispute or disagree ment, each seeming anxious to submit his own particular Wishes to those of his friends. By this mutual accommoda tion all the purposes of our little expedition were attained, While for a time we might have adopted the lines of Allan Cunningham's fine sea-song.
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