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Journals of Dorothy Wordsworth, Vol. 1 (of 2)
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Dorothy Wordsworth
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The
soldier
who
was
our
guide
told
us
that
an
old
ruin
which
we
came
to
at
the
top
of
the
higher
eminence
had
been
a
wind-mill--an
inconvenient
station,
though
certainly
a
glorious
place
for
wind;
perhaps
if
it
really
had
been
a
wind-mill
it
was
only
for
the
use
of
the
garrison.
We
looked
over
cannons
on
the
battery-walls,
and
saw
in
an
open
field
below
the
yeomanry
cavalry
exercising,
while
we
could
hear
from
the
town,
which
was
full
of
soldiers,
"Dumbarton's
drums
beat
bonny,
O!"
Yet
while
we
stood
upon
this
eminence,
rising
up
so
far
as
it
does--inland,
and
having
the
habitual
old
English
feeling
of
our
own
security
as
islanders--we
could
not
help
looking
upon
the
fortress,
in
spite
of
its
cannon
and
soldiers,
and
the
rumours
of
invasion,
as
set
up
against
the
hostilities
of
wind
and
weather
rather
than
for
any
other
warfare.
On
our
return
we
were
invited
into
the
guard-room,
about
half-way
down
the
rock,
where
we
were
shown
a
large
rusty
sword,
which
they
called
Wallace's
Sword,
and
a
trout
boxed
up
in
a
well
close
by,
where
they
said
he
had
been
confined
for
upwards
of
thirty
years.
For
the
pleasure
of
the
soldiers,
who
were
anxious
that
we
should
see
him,
we
took
some
pains
to
spy
him
out
in
his
black
den,
and
at
last
succeeded.
It
was
pleasing
to
observe
how
much
interest
the
poor
soldiers--though
themselves
probably
new
to
the
place--seemed
to
attach
to
this
antiquated
inhabitant
of
their
garrison.
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