Skye, Island of (Scotland) -- Description and travel
Oban, which, during winter, is a town of deserted hotels, begins to
get busy by the end of June. Yachts skim about in the little bay;
steamers, deep-sea and coasting, are continually arriving and
departing; vehicles rattle about in the one broad, and the many
narrow streets; and in the inns, boots, chamber-maid, and waiter are
distracted with the clangour of innumerable bells. Out of doors,
Oban is not a bad representation of Vanity Fair. Every variety of
pleasure-seeker is to be found there, and every variety of costume.
Reading parties from Oxford lounge about, smoke, stare into the small
shop windows, and consult "Black's Guide." Beauty, in light attire,
perambulates the principal street, and taciturn Valour in mufti
accompanies her. Sportsmen in knickerbockers stand in groups at the
hotel doors; Frenchmen chatter and shrug their shoulders; stolid
Germans smoke curiously-curved meerschaum pipes; and individuals who
have not a drop of Highland blood in their veins flutter about in the
garb of the Gael, "a hundredweight of cairngorms throwing a prismatic
glory around their persons." All kinds of people, and all kinds of
sounds are there. From the next street the tones of the bagpipe come
on the ear; tipsy porters abuse each other in Gaelic. Round the
corner the mail comes rattling from Fort William, the passengers
clustering on its roof; from the pier the bell of the departing
steamer urges passengers to make haste; and passengers who have lost
their luggage rush about, shout, gesticulate, and not unfrequently
come into fierce personal collision with one of the tipsy porters
aforesaid. A more hurried, nervous, frenzied place than Oban, during
the summer and autumn months, it is difficult to conceive. People
seldom stay there above a night. The old familiar faces are the
resident population. The tourist no more thinks of spending a week
in Oban than he thinks of spending a week in a railway station. When
he arrives his first question is after a bedroom; his second, as to
the hour at which the steamer from the south is expected.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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