The drovers climbed the small hill fron of them only to discover that they were on a little island and between them and creators beach was deep sea it would not be possible to cross the ford until morning give ye a shilling they called out to Donald
There was only an echo in reply Donald had disappeared in to darkness the sound of his orbs slowly died away and the soft silence of the Hebridean night came down broken only by the clar call of a bird flying overheard