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A FLIGHT TO ST. KILDA
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They are very particular, too, as to the
quality of the sermons they hear, and have a great dread
of what they call “infidel newspapers.” A few years
ago, MacKay was the only man on the island who could
speak English; but now the young folks can all read and
speak it fairly well, so that it is expected the light
will soon break in. Up till last year, there was no
regular communication with the mainland during eight
months of the year:
but now I understand,
at the King's request, there is to be a mail packet sent
occasionally across, which will be a considerable boon
to the inhabitants, though a, dead loss to the Post
Office.
If I were living at St. Kilda, I think
the first thing I would do would be to tidy up the old
graveyard by cutting down the nettles (see
Illustration), and making a pathway through it; for a
sight like that is not only an eyesore, but a bad lesson
in reverence for human nature. Then I would
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