The Pilots of Pomona: A Story of the Orkney IslandsLeighton, Robert
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The Pilots of Pomona: A Story of the Orkney Islands
Leighton, Robert
Orkney (Scotland) -- Fiction
"That was smartly done, my man," said Lieutenant Fox. "I wish we
had a few such fellows as you aboard the Clasper."
And thus revealing himself, the officer finished his drink and
leisurely left us.
"Who's that chap just gone out?" asked Paterson.
"It's Lieutenant Fox of the Clasper," I said.
"If that be so, then," said Colin, "it seems to me he has gone away
wiser than he came."
"Ay," said Paterson; "it's no use wonderin' how the revenue lads
get to ken about the smugglers, if that be the way they set about
it."
Shortly afterwards we went aboard the Falcon, and the rest of the
day was spent in cleaning up after the voyage, and in balancing our
accounts. In this latter occupation I think my assistance was not
without value to Davie Flett, whose system of bookkeeping was
original and peculiar, involving a large use of hieroglyphics,
which were not always clear even to the skipper himself.
That evening when I tramped over the moor to Lyndardy the snow fell
heavily--a driving, drifting snow that penetrated into every cranny
it had access to, and collected in deep wreaths on meadow and moor.
The cold wind blew hard from the north, carrying the fine snow past
me in great clouds that curled and swept along the hard ground,
forming in some places high barriers that were almost impassable,
in other places leaving the ground perfectly bare.
Chapter XXXV. A Search And A Discovery.
All through that night the snow fell unceasingly, and the drifts
grew deeper and deeper in the hollows.
At bedtime, after our chapter from the Bible had been read, my
mother barred the door, and said:
"Let us be thankful, bairns, that we are all at home this night. I
couldna sleep in my bed if I thought there was kith or kin o' mine
outside on such a night o' blind drift. It's just terrible."
And I think we all slept the more comfortably, feeling that we knew
of no one who was suffering in the storm.
Some hours before daylight, while I lay dreaming in my cosy box
bed, I was awakened by hearing a rapping noise. I listened,
fancying it was but the noise of some rat behind the wainscot that
had come for shelter into the warm house; but the loud knocking
came again. I hurriedly drew on some clothes and opened the outer
door. A wild gust of wind and snow swished in upon me, and in the
deep snow outside there stood a woman holding a lighted lantern.
"Please d'ye ken anything about Thora Kinlay?" said she; and I
recognized Ann, the servant woman of Crua Breck.
"Anything about Thora?" I asked, surprised at the inquiry. "Why,
Ann, what's gone wrong wi' her?"
"We're feared she's lost," said the woman. "She went outby in the
forenoon, and she hasna come back yet."
"Did she not say where she was going to?" I asked.
"No; and we've heard nothing o' her. We canna think what can hae
come ower her."
"But where are Carver and Tom, and the boat's crew?" I asked. "Have
they not been out seeking for the lass?"
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