text:  No--a single light twinkled from under eaves of thick and mossy thatch in one cottage apart and neater than the rest that skirted the steep _street_ (as the salmon fishers its chief inhabitants were pleased to call it ) being indeed the rock thinly covered with the soil and fringed with long grass but rudely smoothed where very rugged by art for the transit of a _gamboo_ (cart with small wheels of entire wood) or sledge