Skye, Island of (Scotland) -- Description and travel
Number five was a little fellow; he was asked to point
out Portree, and as the Western Islands hung too high in the north
for him to reach, he jumped at them. He went into the North Sea the
first time, but on his second attempt he smote Skye with his ruler
very neatly. Numbers three, four, and six acquitted themselves
creditably--number four boggling a little deal about
Constantinople--much to the vexation of the schoolmaster. Slates
were then produced, and the six geographers--who were the cream of
the school, I daresay--were prepared for arithmetical action. As I
was examiner, and had no desire to get into deep waters, the efforts
of my kilted friends were, at my request, confined to the good old
rule of simple addition. The schoolmaster called out ten or eleven
ranks of figures, and then cried add. Six swishes of the
slate-pencil were heard, and then began the arithmetical tug of war.
Each face was immediately hidden behind a slate, and we could hear
the quick tinkle of pencils. All at once there was a hurried swish,
and the red-head, who had boggled about Constantinople, flashed round
his slate on me with the summation fairly worked out. Flash went
another slate, then another, till the six were held out. All the
answers corresponded, and totting up the figures I found them
correct. Then books were procured, and we listened to English
reading. In a loud tone of voice, as if they were addressing some
one on an opposite hill-side, and with barbarous intonation, the
little fellows read off about a dozen sentences each. Now and again
a big word brought a reader to grief, as a tall fence brings a
steeple-chaser; now and again a reader went through a word as a
hunter goes through a hedge which he cannot clear--but, on the whole,
they deserved the commendation which they received. The Landlord
expressed his satisfaction, and mentioned that he had left at the inn
two baskets of gooseberries for the scholars. The schoolmaster again
bowed; and although the eyes of the scholars were as bright and
curious as before, they had laid their heads together, and were
busily whispering now.
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