White Heather: A Novel (Volume 1 of 3)Black, William
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White Heather: A Novel (Volume 1 of 3)
Black, William
Scotland -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
And soon they were afloat again. But what was this that was coming over
the brief winter afternoon? The sultry south wind did not die away, nor
yet did any manifest clouds appear in the heavens, but a strange gloom
began to fill the skies, obscuring the sun, and gradually becoming
darker and darker. It was very strange; for, while the skies overhead
were thus unnaturally black, and the lapping water around the boats
similarly livid, the low-lying hills at the horizon were singularly keen
and intense in colour. The air was hot and close, though the breeze
still came blowing up Strath-Terry. There was a feeling as if thunder
were imminent, though there were no clouds anywhere gathering along the
purple mountain-tops.
This unusual darkness seemed to affect the fishing. Round after round
they made—touching nothing but one or two kelts; and this Ronald
declared to be a bad sign, for that when the kelts began to take, there
was small chance of a clean fish. However, Miss Carry did not care.
She had caught her first salmon—that was enough. Nay, it was sufficient
to make her very cheerful and communicative; and she told him a good
deal about her various friends in the Garden City—but more especially,
as it seemed to the respectful listener, of the young men who, from a
humble beginning, had been largely successful in business; and she asked
him many questions about himself, and was curious about his relations
with Lord Ailine. Of course, she went on the assumption that the future
of the world lay in America, and that the future of America lay in the
bountiful lap of Chicago: and she half intimated that she could not
understand how any one could waste his time anywhere else. Her father
had been born in a log-cabin; but if he—that is, Ronald—could see the
immense blocks devoted to ’Hodson’s reaper’ ’on Clinton and Canal
Streets’ he would understand what individual enterprise could achieve
out west. The ’manifest destiny’ of Chicago loomed large in this young
lady’s mind; the eastern cities were ’not in it,’ so to speak; and
Ronald heard with reverence of the trade with Montana, and Idaho, and
Wyoming, and Colorado, and Utah, and Nevada. It is true that she was
recalled from this imparting of information by a twenty-five minutes’
deadly struggle with a creature that turned out after all to be a
veritable clean salmon: and with this triumph ended the day’s sport; for
the afternoon was rapidly wearing to dusk. The gloom of the evening, by
the way, was not decreased by a vast mass of smoke that came slowly
rolling along between the black sky and the black lake; though this
portentous thing—that looked as if the whole world were on fire—meant
nothing further than the burning of the heather down Strath-Terry way.
When both cobles were drawn up on the beach, it was found that Mr.
Hodson had also added one clean salmon to his score; so that the five
fish, put in a row on the grass, made a very goodly display, and were a
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