I walked round Mull and through it, over Benmore. I
likewise went to Icolmkill, and passed twenty-four hours there. I saw
the wonderful ruin and crossed the island. I suffered a great deal from
hunger, but what I saw amply repaid me; on my return to Tobermory I was
rather unwell, but got better. I was disappointed in a passage to Thurso
by sea, so I was obliged to return to this place by train. On Tuesday,
D.V., I shall set out on foot, and hope to find your letter awaiting me
at the post office at Thurso.

On coming hither by train I nearly lost my things. I was told at Huntly
that the train stopped ten minutes, and meanwhile the train drove off
_purposely_. I telegraphed to Keith in order that my things might be
secured, describing where they were, under the seat. The reply was that
there was nothing of the kind there. I instantly said that I would bring
an action against the company, and walked off to the town, where I stated
the facts to a magistrate, and gave him my name and address. He advised
me to bring my action. I went back and found the people frightened.
They telegraphed again--and the reply was that the things were safe.
There is nothing like setting oneself up sometimes. I was terribly
afraid I should never again find my books and things. I, however, got
them, and my old umbrella, too. I was sent on by the mail train, but
lost four hours, besides undergoing a great deal of misery and
excitement.

When I have been to Thurso and Kirkwall I shall return as quick as
possible, and shall be glad to get out of the country. As I am here,
however, I wish to see all I can, for I never wish to return. Whilst in
Mull I lived very cheaply--it is not costing me more than seven shillings
a day. The generality of the inns, however, in the lowlands are
incredibly dear--half-a-crown for breakfast, consisting of a little tea,
a couple of small eggs, and bread and butter--_two_ shillings for
attendance. Tell Hen that I have some moss for her from Benmore--also
some seaweed from the farther shore of Icolmrill. God bless you,

GEORGE BORROW.

LETTER X.

THURSO,
_November_ 21_st_, [1858].

MY DEAR CARRETA,

I reached this place on Friday night, and was glad enough to get your
kind letter. I shall be so glad to get home to yo