Christian fiction; Neighborhoods -- Scotland -- Fiction
As I left the churchyard, still looking to the earth, the sound of
voices reached my ear. I looked up. There, down below me, at the foot
of the high bank on which I stood, lay a gorgeous shining thing upon
the bosom of the canal, full of men, and surrounded by men, women,
and children, delighting in its beauty. I had never seen such a thing
before, but I knew at once, as by instinct, which of course it could not
have been, that it was the life-boat. But in its gorgeous colours, red
and white and green, it looked more like the galley that bore Cleopatra
to Actium. Nor, floating so light on the top of the water, and broad in
the beam withal, curved upward and ornamented at stern and stem, did it
look at all like a creature formed to battle with the fierce elements. A
pleasure-boat for floating between river banks it seemed, drawn by
swans mayhap, and regarded in its course by fair eyes from green
terrace-walks, or oriel windows of ancient houses on verdant lawns. Ten
men sat on the thwarts, and one in the stern by the yet useless rudder,
while men and boys drew the showy thing by a rope downward to the
lock-gates. The men in the boat, wore blue jerseys, but you could see
little of the colour for strange unshapely things that they wore above
them, like an armour cut out of a row of organ pipes. They were their
cork-jackets; for every man had to be made into a life-boat himself. I
descended the bank, and stood on the edge of the canal as it drew
near. Then I saw that every oar was loosely but firmly fastened to the
rowlock, so that it could be dropped and caught again in a moment; and
that the gay sides of the unwieldy-looking creature were festooned with
ropes from the gunwale, for the men to lay hold of when she capsized,
for the earlier custom of fastening the men to their seats had been
quite given up, because their weight under the water might prevent
the boat from righting itself again, and the men could not come to the
surface. Now they had a better chance in their freedom, though why they
should not be loosely attached to the boat, I do not quite see.
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