White Wings: A Yachting Romance, Volume IIBlack, William
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White Wings: A Yachting Romance, Volume II
Black, William
Yachting -- Fiction
"No, no," the Laird was saying, as he studied a scrap of paper, "it is
not a great property to admeenister; but I am strong in favour of local
management. After reading that book on London, and its catalogue of the
enormous properties there, our little bit Burgh appears to be only a
toy; but the principle of sound and energetic self-government is the
same. And yet it is no so small, mind ye. The Burgh buildings are
estimated at nineteen thousand pounds odd; the furniture at twelve
hunderd pounds; lamps near on two thousand five hunderd; sewers nine
thousand pounds odd; and then debts not far from three thousand
pounds—that makes our assets just about thirty-five thousand. And if
the water-pipes in some places are rather too small for the steam
fire-engine, we maun have them bigger. It was quite rideeculous that a
thriving place like Strathgovan, when there was a big fire, should have
to run to Glesca for help. No, no; I believe in independence; and if ye
should ever live in our neighbourhood, Howard, I hope ye will stand out
against the policy of annexation. It is only a lot o’ Radical bodies
that are for upsetting institutions that have been tried by time and not
found wanting."
"Oh, certainly, sir," Howard Smith said blithely. "When you educate
people to take an interest in small parochial matters, they are better
fitted to give an opinion about the general affairs of the country."
"Small?" said the Laird, eyeing him severely. "They are of as much
importance as human life; is there anything of greater importance in the
world? By abolishin’ the Coulterburn nuisance, and insisting on greater
cleanliness and ventilation, we have reduced the number of deaths from
infectious diseases in a most extraordinar’ manner; and there will be no
more fear of accidents in the Mitherdrum Road, for we are going to have
a conteenuous line of lamps that’ll go right in to the Glesca lamps. I
do not call these small matters. As for the asphalting of the pavement
in front of John Anderson’s line of houses," continued the Laird, as he
consulted the memorandum in his hand, "that is a small matter, if ye
like. I am not disposed to pronounce an opinion on that matter: they
can settle it without my voice. But it will make a great difference to
John Anderson; and I would like to see him come forward with a bigger
subscription for the new Park. Well, well; we must fight through as
best we can."
It was here suggested to the Laird that he should not let these weighty
matters trouble him while he is away on a holiday.
"Trouble me?" said he, lightly. "Not a bit, man! People who have to
meddle in public affairs must learn how to throw off their cares. I am
not troubled. I am going to give the men a dram; for better pulling I
never saw in a boat!"
He was as good as his word, too. He had the luncheon-basket handed down
from the bow; he got out the whisky bottle; there was a glass filled out
for each of the men, which was drunk in solemn silence.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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