White Wings: A Yachting Romance, Volume IBlack, William
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White Wings: A Yachting Romance, Volume I
Black, William
Yachting -- Fiction
"I dare say ye know, ma’am," says he slowly, "that I am one of the
Commissioners of the Burgh of Strathgovan. It is a poseetion of grave
responsibility. This very question now—about our getting a steam
fire-engine—has been weighing on my mind for many a day. Well, I have
decided I will no longer oppose it. They may have the steam fire-engine
as far as I am concerned."
We felt greatly relieved.
"Yes," continued the Laird, solemnly, "I think I am doing my duty in
this matter as a public man should—laying aside his personal prejudice.
But the cost of it! Do ye know that we shall want bigger nozzles to all
the fire-plugs?"
Matters were looking grave again.
"However," said the Laird cheerfully—for he would not depress us too
much, "it may all turn out for the best; and I will telegraph my
decision to Strathgovan as soon as ever the storm allows us to reach a
port."
The storm, indeed! When we scramble up on deck again, we find that it
is only a brisk sailing breeze we have; and the _White Dove_ is bowling
merrily along, flinging high the white spray from her bows. And then we
begin to see that, despite those driving mists around us, there is
really a fine clear summer day shining far above this twopenny-halfpenny
tempest. The whirling mists break here and there; and we catch glimpses
of a placid blue sky, flecked with lines of motionless cirrhus cloud.
The breaks increase; floods of sunshine fall on the gleaming decks;
clearer and clearer become the vast precipices of southern Mull; and
then, when we get well to the lee of Eilean-straid-ean, behold! the blue
seas around us once more; and the blue skies overhead; and the red
ensign fluttering in the summer breeze. No wonder that Mary Avon sings
her delight—as a linnet sings after the rain; and though the song is not
meant for us at all, but is really hummed to herself as she clings on to
the shrouds and watches the flashing and dipping of the white-winged
gulls, we know that it is all about a jolly young waterman. The
audacious creature: John of Skye has a wife and four children.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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