THE KINTYRE ANTIQUARIAN
& NATURAL HISTORY SOCIETY
MAGAZINE
Once again we meet at The Magazine page, and once again I greet you and hope that you enjoy this, the eighth WebEdition. When you read these pages, I hope that you will feel, as I do, an empathy with the characters therein; stand on parade at Edinburgh with John MacCallum; play a game of golf at Machrihanish ; theek rashes with Hecky McIlfatrick or; build a barn in Canada.
As always, if you have any comments, wants, wishes or complaints, please e-mail me - preferably on KintyreMag @aol.com
Ian Forshaw - Aug 1997
"On the sea is a little band
Departing from their native land,
To visit shores enriched with all
That can the wondering mind enthrall.
The ship sails on, their eyes they strain
To catch a glimpse of home again,
And gaze till nothing meets the view
Save one vast desert of endless blue.
But sorrow should not fill the mind
Although we are leaving friends behind.
Let hope our helm always steer
If she stands by, we will not fear,
Our ship will never be behind,
Our Captain skilful, bold and kind,
What need we more, except to say
God send us safe to Hobson's Bay."
Composed by David Ferguson on board the ship "Lightning," on his way
to Australia,
October 15th, 1859.
Page 2: The Wet Review |
Page 4: Machrihanish Golf Club - Early Days |
Page 5: Nature Notes |
Page 6: The Thatchers of Glenrea |