Sailing from Tobermory, bound for the western coast of Skye, we passed the island of Muck, an unpleasant-sounding name.  To the north is the curious island of Eig, the southern side of which is perfectly flat, but in the north rises a lofty perpendicular rock, called the Scuir of Eig. Within it is a large cavern, which was the scene of one of those atrocious acts in "the good old days" when might made right.  Two hundred Macdonalds, fugitives from a superior number of Macleods, had taken refuge in the cavern, when, unfortunately for them, one of their party, having left the mark of his footsteps in the snow, their place of concealment was betrayed.  The Macleods filled up the mouth of the cavern with wood and dried sea-weed, and setting it on fire, literally smoked them to death.  One of the Macdonalds being connected by marriage with the Macleods, was offered permission to crawl out on his hands and knees, and to bring out four others along with him in safety; but having selected a friend hated by the Macleods, who refused to spare the man's life, he preferred to suffer death with his clansmen than to live on without them.  Until quite a late period, the bones of the ill-fated Macdonalds were still to be seen lying near the entrance.  Say what we will in favour of the Highlanders, they were a fearfully savage people in those days.