A steady breeze carried us in sight of Ardnamurchan, when, steering to the east, standing close to the sea-coast, we passed Castle Mingary, the battlemented walls of which presented no opening.  A few miles further on we came to an anchor in the snug harbour of Tobermory.  It is a very picturesque village, situated at the foot of hills which run round the bay.  We were told that one of the ships of the Invincible Armada, the Florida, was sunk in the bay by something resembling a torpedo, manufactured by a renowned witch who lived in those days on Mull.  She was instigated to the deed by the wife of Maclean of Duart.  The lady had become jealous of a fair princess, who was voyaging on board the Florida, and had fallen in love with her lord.  It is asserted that the Spanish damsel was a daughter of the King of Spain; and having dreamed that a young gentleman of engaging appearance had invited her to become his bride, was sailing round the world in search of him, when, on seeing Maclean, he seemed to be the creature of her fancy.