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
’Oh,’ said she (for she did not wish the gentleman to imagine that she
thought over much of the smart young keeper), ’he ought to be ferry glad
if he can be of use to any one. He is jist amusing himself with the
other lads.’
Which was strictly true at this moment. On the little plateau outside
Ronald’s cottage two or three of them were standing together. They had
got a heavy iron ball, to which was attached about a yard and a half of
rope, and one after another was trying who could launch this ball the
farthest, after swinging it three or four times round his head. It came
to Ronald’s turn. He was not the most thick-set of those young fellows;
but he was wiry and muscular. He caught the rope with both hands, swung
the heavy weight round his head some four or five times—his teeth
getting ever and ever more firmly clenched the while—and then away went
the iron ball through the air, not only far outstripping all previous
efforts, but unluckily landing in a wheelbarrow and smashing sadly a
jacket which one of the lads had thrown there when he entered upon this
competition. When he somewhat ruefully took up the rent garment, there
was much ironical laughing; perhaps that was the reason that none of
them heard Nelly calling.
’Ronald!’
The tall, slim Highland maid was pretty angry by this time. She had
come out of the house without any head-gear on; and the cold wind was
blowing her yellow hair about her eyes; and she was indignant that she
had to walk so far before attracting the attention of those idle lads.
’Ronald, do you hear!’ she called; and she would not move another yard
towards them.
And then he happened to notice her.
’Well, lass, what is’t ye want?’
’Come away at once!’ she called, in not the most friendly way. ’The
gentleman wants you to go down to the loch.’
But he was the most good-natured of all these young fellows; the lasses
about ordered him this way or that just as they pleased.
’What!’ he called to her, ’hasna Fraser come down from Tongue yet?’
’No, he has not.’
’Bless us; the whisky must have been strong,’ said he, as he picked up
his jacket. ’I’ll be there in a minute, Nelly.’
And so it was that when Mr. Hodson went into the little front hall, he
found everything in trim readiness for getting down to the loch—the
proper minnows selected; traces tried; luncheon packed; and his heavy
waterproof coat slung over Ronald’s arm.
’Seems you think I can’t carry my own coat?’ Mr. Hodson said; for he did
not like to see this man do anything in the shape of servant work;
whereas Ronald performed these little offices quite naturally and as a
matter of course.
’I’ll take it, sir,’ said he; ’and if you’re ready now we’ll be off.
Come along, Duncan.’
And he was striding away with his long deerstalker step, when Mr. Hodson
stopped him.
’Wait a bit, man; I will walk down to the loch with you.’
So Duncan went on, and the American and Ronald followed.
’Sharp this morning.’
’Rayther sharp.’
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