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lonely spot. Even at high tide the water is shallow. It will not be very long before this little island is once more definitely connected with the mainland, and stands, like Tomnahurich, with only one eye on the river.

The island looks so near. But the river sweeps in to land in such a spacious semi—circle that it is farther to the island than appears at first glance. Steps cut out of the red clay lead to the summit. There the likeness to Tomnahurich ends. That Hill of Fairies is beautifully kept. This Hill of Fairies is scraggy with overgrown shrubs. The principal path leads to a monument erected to the memory of the Brudenell immigrants one hundred years after their arrival— 1903. They came to the Island from Perthshire, Scotland. The memorial words are engraved in the two languages—English and Gaelic, though very few descendants of these people can now speak a word of the latter language.

The monument is of grey granite, with a base of cemented stones. It stands there lonely. I am sure it feels as out of place there as a dinner jacket at a barn-dance. Around it red sandstone blocks here and there mark the individual graves. There was a church here, but it vanished long ago. It must have crowded the island’s two acres. If paths were made around this retreat, and through it, and the under- brush cleared up, it would certainly rival the Hill of the Fairies, and people with thought for their future comfort would certainly hesitate between the two hills. For Brudenell has what Tomnahurich lacks— the river completely around it. From a distance it looks like a Christmas cake, with its wide red sand- stone base and the green tree foliage above. Across