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I found that I should indeed be better for a doctor's care. I saw that I had been bruised and battered dreadfully; my head had been bandaged, and when I tried to stir I found all my limbs sore and stiff; indeed, it was not without great pain that I could move either an arm or a leg. I slept through most of the night. When I did awake, I began to think where I had got to, for the old gentleman had remained in the room so short a time, that I had not been able to ask any questions. I had little doubt that I had been cast away on the coast of Shetland, but whether on the northern or southern end I could not tell, any more than who my kind host could be.

The next day the doctor arrived. He had ridden over from Lerwick with only the rest of half-an-hour for his steed he said; so I knew that I must be at some distance from that town, and yet on the big island called the mainland. He dressed my wounds aud bruises, and told me that one or two of my ribs were broken, but that I might consider myself fortunate that matters were no worse; and remarked that he had no doubt I had lived a prudent, careful life, as I was perfectly free from all signs of fever, which would not otherwise have been the case; and then giving me some bottles of medicine to take, he left me to look after his other patients. He spent two or three days in the house, for the islands are generally so healthy that there was not much demand for his services elsewhere. One of my poor shipmates died, I was told, from his hurts. I rapidly got better. Besides the old gentleman and his son and the doctor, an old lady looked in now and then to see me. She was a very neat, pretty old woman, so cheerful and cheery, always had some

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thing pleasant to say, and she contributed much to raise my spirits. I will say that I was most thankful for all the mercies which had been shown me, and for my preservation from so great a danger. At last I was pronounced well enough and strong enough to get up and appear in public. A barber, who was going his rounds, came in and shaved me and cut my hair, and my head and face were all to rights, so that I looked as well as ever, only my ribs hurt me a little, and my limbs felt somewhat stiff. The old gentleman came to my room when I was ready. "Take my arm," said he, kindly; "you will find it rather strange walking at first, and your knees will shake a little."

I could not refuse his kind offer, though I thought that I could have walked very well by myself. He led me into the large hall, and there, seated by a window at the further end, looking out on the sea, I observed two young women. One was dressed in black, the other in some sober colour or other. They were both at the moment bending down over their knitting, and talking in a low voice to each other, so that they did not observe our entrance. We had got three-quarters of the way across the room, and the old gentleman was giving me a chair to sit down on, when the noise it made over the floor caused them to look up. There sat one I had so long thought of. I had come to search for Margaret Troall. She looked at me in a strange, bewildered way. Still she knew me, and yet she could not believe her senses. She tried to rise from her chair to come towards me, but something seemed to keep her back. She drew her breath quickly, as if she would have wished to have spoken, but could not. I felt that I ought to speak first.

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"They told you I was dead, Miss Margaret," said I, and I know my voice trembled very much, and I know that had I not leant on the chair I should have fallen.

They were mistaken; I went to Plymouth only lately, and found you were no longer there; and when I discovered that you had gone north, I came here to seek you."

She recovered herself while I was speaking, and rising from her seat, came up and gave me her hand. I do not say that there was anything very extraordinary in the action, but I know that it made me very happy. Her friends at first looked very much astonished; but a few words served to explain matters, and then they were doubly glad that they had had the opportunity of being of so much service to an old friend of their young relative. I found that the name of my host, the uncle of Miss Troall, was David Angus, and that the place where the smack had been wrecked was in St. Magnus Bay, in the parish of North Morven. My friends I found were the holders of one of the largest farms in the district, and lived in a very comfortable though, what people in the south would call, a rough way. I am not going to talk of all that passed between Margaret and me. I should not have believed that she had thought as much of me as she had done, it seemed; but our first meeting had been under peculiar circumstances. She had seen me mourning deeply for a lost relative, and she had discovered thus that I had a tender heart, so I nay venture to say, and now my coming all the way north to look for her showed her that she had made no little impression on it. Well, all that has passed and gone. I got every day better and better, and was soon able to walk out with her along the tops of the wild