White Heather: A Novel (Volume 2 of 3)Black, William
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White Heather: A Novel (Volume 2 of 3)
Black, William
Scotland -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
The fish lay there as heavy and dead as a stone; nothing they could do
could stir him an inch.
’The beast has been at this work before,’ Ronald said. ’That jagging to
get the hook out is the trick of an old hand. But this sulking will
never do at all.’
He left her and went farther up the stream to the place where the river
ran over the wide bed of shingle. There he deliberately walked into the
water—picking up a few pebbles as he went—and, with a running leap,
crossed the channel and gained the opposite bank. Then he quickly
walked down to within a yard or two of the spot where the ’dour’ salmon
lay.
She thought this was very foolish child’s play that he should go and
fling little stones at a fish he could not see. But presently she
perceived that he was trying all he could to get the pebbles to drop
vertically and parallel with the line. And then the object of this
device was apparent. The salmon moved heavily forward, some few inches
only. Another pebble was dropped. This time the fish made a violent
rush up stream that caused Miss Carry’s reel to shriek; and off she set
after him (but with more circumspection this time as regards her
footing), getting in the line as rapidly as possible as she went.
Ronald now came over and joined her, and this was comforting to her
nerves.
Well, long before she had killed that fish she had discovered the
difference between loch-fishing and river-fishing; but she did kill him
in the end; and mightily pleased she was when she saw him lying on the
sere wintry grass. Ronald would have had her try again; but she had had
enough; it was past lunch time, and she was hungry; moreover, she was
tired; and then again she did not wish that he should waste the whole
day. So, when she had sate down for a while, and watched him tie the
salmon head and tail, they set out for the village again, very well
content; while as for the slight wound she had received by her ear
catching on a twig of heather when she fell, that was quite forgotten
now.
’And ye are to have the fish,’ said he. ’I told his lordship this
morning you were going to try your hand at the casting; and he said if
you got one you would be proud of it, no doubt, and ye were to keep it,
of course.’
’Well, that is very kind; I suppose I must thank him if I see him?’
And she was very curious to know all about Lord Ailine; and why he
should come to Inver-Mudal merely for these few hours; and what kind of
people he brought with him in the autumn. He answered her as well as he
could; and then they went on to other things—all in a very gay and merry
mood, for he was as proud as she was over this achievement.
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