Excerpt from Lawrie Todd, Vol. 3 of 3: Or the Settlers in the Woods On entering the Firth of Clyde, scenting the pleasant smell of the peat reek from the Island of Arran, and seeing the Craig of Ailsa rising blue before us, the thought of my father's home, and the sunny days of my green years, invested my spirit as with a mantle of remembrances. Though there was nothing in the scene that much resembled the lands on the coasts of the Firth, save only Ailsa, which is not unlike the Bass, but to my eyes then it seemed smaller; I yet saw many Objects that recalled the inci dents of the day that I sailed from Leith, and my breast was filled with an overflowing of sweet thankfulness to Providence, for having brought me back in prosperity. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.