bidding in aspect, and, had it been elsewhere but in Skye, not worth speculation as affording a climb. Perhaps this slab was the reason of the nonexistent record that had perplexed me. It certainly looked an all-sufficient one. Then, in a detached sort of way, I fancied myself half-way up it, groping for holds, almost fatigued, painfully conscious of the depth below, and yearning for either the cave above or a position of comfort on the ledge beneath. Then imagination ran riot. Exhausted muscles, a last look round in despair, and then-but that was only a waking dream. I was still on my back in Bhasteir Corrie, with a cold pipe between my lips.

I decided to return with reinforcements on the morrow, and then strolled across the moor to Sligachan, turning now and again for another look, until the deepening gloom fused the rocks into a rich purple, full of mystery, and hiding all their details.

Next day Messrs. H. Harland and A. H. Binns accompanied me to the foot of the Third Pinnacle. A cairn was built to mark the beginning of our climb, should it ever materialise. This was at the bottom of an open rock-chimney about 30 feet high, which gave good sport, and proved a fitting introduction to our climb. From the ledge at its top another chimney, an easier continuation of that we had just ascended, sprang upward.

This was climbed, and then we struck obliquely across to the right, over rocks which, though not difficult, were never uninteresting, until we gained the ledge I had noticed from the corrie.

It was wide and roomy, and traversed almost the entire face of the Pinnacle. The rock immedi