We made several trips down to Fort George, to look out for the Dolphin. At length one evening, having stood further down the Firth and looking into Cromarty, made classic by having been the scene of many of Hugh Miller's rambles, we caught sight of a small white sail, shining brightly in the rays of the setting sun.  Papa, taking the glass, looked steadily at her, and then, to our great satisfaction, declared his belief that she was the Dolphin.  We immediately tacked towards her, and in a short time heard Uncle Tom's cheerful hail across the water.  We immediately hove-to, and the Dolphin doing the same, papa and I pulled on board her.  They were in good spirits, although they had begun to think that they should never get round Duncansby Head, which is close to John o' Groat's House, until the wind drawing once more from the westward, they had reached Wick, the great resort of fishing vessels. After this they had a dead beat until they sighted Tarbet-ness Lighthouse, on the northern side of the Moray Firth.  Their further adventures they kept for another day.