Illustrations of political economy, Volume 2 (of 9)Martineau, Harriet
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Illustrations of political economy, Volume 2 (of 9)
Martineau, Harriet
Didactic fiction, English; Political fiction, English; Social problems -- Fiction
The next day the birds did not wait in vain for Archie. He was stirring
as soon as they, having stolen out from his sister’s side at dawn, and
crossed the bar of sand while the tide was yet low. When the sun peeped
above the mountains of Lorn, as fair as on the preceding day, the little
lad shouted and clapped his hands above his head; whereupon myriads of
sea-birds rose fluttering round him, and wheeled, and dipped, and
hovered with cries that would have dismayed a stranger, but which Archie
always gloried in provoking. While they drove round his head like autumn
leaves in a storm, the terns and gulls screaming, the auks piping, and
the cormorants croaking, the boy answered them with shouts and waved his
bonnet over his head. Then he clambered to the highest point he could
reach that he might watch the long files of solan geese, as they took
their morning flight southwards, and be sure that they were out of sight
before he filled his bonnet with their eggs.
His sister and Ronald observed him when they had pushed off from the
beach, and were winning their way, each with a steady oar, to the deep
waters beyond the bay.
“Fare ye well, Archie,” shouted Ronald in a voice which made the rocks
ring again; but Archie took no notice.
“He is too busy to mind. See how he peeps over yon ledge that neither
you nor I dare climb. I wager he finds a prize there: he’s dancing with
pleasure. He has taken them all, and down he creeps,—aye, take care, my
lad: that’s it; now on his knees, and there finding a step with his
foot. Ye see he never slips. Now he’s down, I’ll try to win a look.”
Ella sang with all the power of her lungs, and this time Archie turned,
clapped his hands and stood still to watch the boat.
“He will not be home sooner than we,” said Ronald. “He is happy to-day,
and he will wait for the afternoon ebb.”
“I have put some more bannocks in his hole,” said Ella, “and some fresh
water, so he will want for nothing till night.”
“And the storm cast up so much weed yesterday,” said Ronald, “that he
may float all the day, if he likes.”
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