of the lochs. Mountain, sea, history, song, and story meant little to them; there was no money in it. On the ferry they talked only between themselves, and only about cattle. Strange men, thought Donald In the evening of an autumn day three drovers from eastern Scotland arrived at Carnan after the ford had closed. To reach the market on Benbecula early the next morning they must sleep at Creagorry on the northern side. It was nearly high tide when Donald left with them in his ferry. Halfway across one of the drovers asked, "What is the fare?' Six pence each. Donald's first language was Gaelic, but he knew enough English for the needs of the ferry the opassenger held up three fingers. Three pence, that's all ye'll get,' he said. Ach, perhaps I'll let ye have the night's part cheap," sai Donald. The passenger quickly collected the pennies and laid them down on the seat.