The Isle of Mist, how much more thrilling is this than the better-known Isle of Skye! But why it should be so called, I do not know. Rain there is in plenty, but scarcely any mist, and one is forced to go on the lucusa non lucendo principle in seeking for the reason of this name. But in the early days when it was first applied to this green isle of the west, the whole land was covered with forest, and this, with other changed climatic conditions, must have brought frequent mists over its hills and glens. But the name implies something remote, secret, impenetrable, and I should like my readers to believe that t 1 as these qualities. For they are suggest 0 mystery, and the island is indeed full of mystery — the mystery of nature's charm and beauty, the spell of ancient and weird story, and here, if anywhere, is that shore of old romance of which the poet sang. Those chapters which do not come under the head of impressions, deal with certain aspects of life in Skye, past and present, and are the result of observation, conversation, and reading.