Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 20
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Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 20
Scottish Borders (Scotland) -- Fiction
"At the request of her father, no information as to what we had seen and
were led to expect was given to Carolina. He was afraid that our hopes
might not be realized, and that she might have to endure the pangs of
disappointment. Accordingly, she was in the very act of speaking of her
home, of her family, and of her lover, as dear objects that she might
never again see, when her father entered the cabin in an ecstasy of joy,
crying--'Here they are all now, just as we saw them in the morning;
only, their masts point upward, and not down. Not a moment longer,'
cried he, 'shall my dear daughter be kept in ignorance.' So catching her
in his arms, he led her forward to the bows, and pointed out to her the
distinct outlines of her native shore. She silently gazed on it for an
instant; then tears of joy flowed down her cheek. To me, to Tom, to all
our companions, severally, she testified her gratitude in broken
accents, calling us her dear deliverers, and invoking the blessings of
Heaven upon our heads. The men were in raptures with her; and, wishing
to improve the opportunity afforded for drawing vividly forth their best
affections, I said to them--'Only to think, now, that there should be
hearts, either in earth or hell, capable of misusing a fine creature
like that!' A low murmuring sound, as if of profound deliberation,
followed these words; after which Bill Bowline arose as the orator of
the party, and, having given his trousers a hitch, he said that it was
the contraband trade that had thrown them among such abominable wretches
as the Buccaneers; and that they were resolved never to break the laws
of Old England any more, for that they now saw, that when once people
began to do evil, there was no saying where they might end; which
resolution gave to Don Pedro great satisfaction. The greybeard of Jack
Fid was now handed round as long as it contained a drop of liquor; after
which it was broken, its fragments, along with a variety of other
moveables, were thrown into the sea, and three hearty cheers were given.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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