White Wings: A Yachting Romance, Volume IIIBlack, William
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White Wings: A Yachting Romance, Volume III
Black, William
Yachting -- Fiction
"But what a desolate place it must be on a wet day," that young person
remarked, as she looked away across the undulating moors, vast, and
lonely, and silent.
Now, at all events, the drive was pleasant enough: for the sunlight
brought out the soft ruddy browns of the bog-land, and ever and again
the blue and white surface of a small loch flashed back the daylight
from amid that desolation. Then occasionally the road crossed a
brawling stream, and the sound of it was grateful enough in the
oppressive silence. In due course of time we reached Garra na-hina.
Our stay at the comfortable little hostelry was but brief, for the boat
to be sent by our friends had not arrived, and it was proposed that in
the meantime we should walk along the coast to show our companions the
famous stones of Callernish. By this time Queen Titania had quite
recovered her spirits, and eagerly assented, saying how pleasant a walk
would be after our long confinement on shipboard.
It was indeed a pleasant walk, through a bright and cheerful piece of
country. And as we went along we sometimes turned to look around us—at
the waters of the Black River, a winding line of silver through the
yellow and brown of the morass; and at the placid blue waters of Loch
Roag, with the orange line of seaweed round the rocks; and at the far
blue bulk of Suainabhal. We did not walk very fast; and indeed we had
not got anywhere near the Callernish stones, when the sharp eye of our
young Doctor caught sight of two new objects that had come into this
shining picture. The first was a large brown boat, rowed by four
fishermen; the second was a long and shapely boat—like the pinnace of a
yacht—also pulled by four men, in blue jerseys and scarlet caps. There
was no one in the stern of the big boat; but in the stern of the gig
were three figures, as far as we could make out.
Now no sooner had our attention been called to the two boats which had
just come round the point of an island out there, than our good Queen
Titania became greatly excited, and would have us all go out to the top
of a small headland and frantically wave our handkerchiefs there. Then
we perceived that the second boat instantly changed its course, and was
being steered for the point on which we stood. We descended to the
shore and went out on to some rocks, Queen Titania becoming quite
hysterical.
"Oh, how kind of her! how kind of her!" she cried, "to come so far to
meet us!"
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