"Thick, thick--no sight remains the while, From the farthest Orkney isle, No sight to seahorse or to seer, But of a little pallid sail, That seems as if 'twould struggle near, And then as if its pinion pale Gave up the battle to the gale." LEIGH HUNT. On the afternoon of a lowering day in the November of 1798, a square-rigged vessel--a brig of some three hundred and fifty tons--was seen in the offing, about twelve miles distant from the bluff, rocky headland of Rohallion, on the western coast of Carrick, beating hard against a head-wind and sea, that were set dead in shore; and, as a long and treacherous reef, locally known as the Partan Craig (_Anglicè_, Crab-rock), lies off the headland, …
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