The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1868-06-14
MORNING SrAR AND CAIK0LIC N1SSENGKR.
NEW ORLEANS SUNDAY. JUNE II, 1863
From tho Catholic World.]
NELLIE NETTERVILLE;
ONE OF THE TRANSPLANTED.
cuAprER yu-coNTINuxD.

CHAPTER vLI-CONTiNUED.
He pulled down the mysterious mantle" =
as he spoke, and Nellie sewstnat, !nsteao u
covering the bare wall az she had imagined,
.itmereiy concealed an opening into an in
ner and smaller portion of the hut, bullt
right over the creek, and made to answer
the purpose of a boat-house. Into thus the
water rushed, so rs to form basin deep
enough for the floating OF boat, ana one
accordingly lay safe within it, concealed by
the overhanging roof from observation on
the outside.
n WAS not flat-b0ttomed like the native
craft, but had been evidently built both for
strength and speed by one who understood
his business, and its chief cargo at this par
tic,,laF moment seemed to be a quantity of
luxuriant heather.
To this Roger pointed with n smile. If
I were a Highlander" he said, "you might
suspect me of second-sight; for | have
gathered, without thinking of 1T, double the
usual quantity OF heather, tnat when we we
outlaws perforce use for bedding. hope
you will not mind roughing it little"
81 have roughed it good deal within
the last few months" said Nellie, "and
do not think you will find me difficult to
please. Is the boat quite safe have
1.-Safe - said the young man, with little
partlonable pride n-his dark eyes,. l
built her myself, and she has weathered
more than one bad storm since the first day
that sailed her. call her the sGrana
Uaille,' after the stout old chlefta,ness
with the other lands of which Major Hewitt
son has robbed me, I inherit from my
grandmother. But the sun is getting low.
Do YOU not think we had better start at
once. and get the voyage over before night
falle"
To this Nellie gladly assented, and be-
tween them they conducted Lord Meter
Vile to the boat. Roger arranged the
heather so as to form a sort of couch, and,
with the mantle thrown over him to pro-
tect him from the damp, the old man found
himself so comfortable that he settled him
self quietly for slumber. Then Roger put
up his sail, and with fresh and favorable
wind they glided down the creek.
Nellie would not lie down, but she sat
back in the boat with a lazy kind of glad
ness in her heart, which, rightly interpreted
would probably have been found to mean
perfect rest of body and mind. Such rest
as she had not felt for months! The waters
widened as they approached the bay, and
Nellie marked each new feature In the
scene with an interest all the keener and
more enjoyable, that everything she-sasE-
was SO unlike anything she had ever seen
before. Accustomed as she had been to
the tanner cultivation of her native country,
the savage grandeur of that wild west, with
it's poverty in human life, its wealth in that
which was merely animal, took her COM
plctcly by surprise, and she gaZed with I'M
we;,red interest, now Oh the undulating
ranges of blue mountains which crossed and
rccrossed each other like network against
the sky. then on the broad, black tracts of
peat and hog land which covered the coun-
try ut their feet like Il pail listened now to
the hitt@rn and plovcr as they answered
each other from the marshes, then to the
shrll screams of the curlcws as they rose
before the boat, darkcniEg the air with
their uIcounted numbers; or she watched Il
heron sweeping slowly homeward from its
distant hing-ground-or AZ grand old
eagle soaring solemnly upward, as if bent
on Il visit to the departing sun and her de-
light and astonishment at last reached
their climax in the apparition of seal,
which, just as they cleared the creek,
popped its head up above the waves, leay-
ing her, in spite of Rogers laughing ASST
that she had seen n mermaid. The wind
continuing steady, Roger shook out his
last remaining reef, and, responding gayIy
to the fresh impulse, the boat sprang for
ward ut 4 racing pace. They were in Clew
Bay at last, and Nellie uttered q cry ofjoy-
never had she seen anything SO beautiful
before. Masses of clouds, with tints just
caught from the presence of the sun, soft
green's and lilacs, and pale primrose and
delicate pearly white. so clear and tilmy
that the evening star could be seen glancing
through them, hung right overhead, she'd
ding a thousand hues, each more beautiful
than the other, upon the bay beneath, until
it flowed like n liquid opal round its multi
tudes of tribute isles. Opposite, right i'll
the very mouth of the harbor, stood Glare
Island, all alight and glowing, as if it were
in very deed the pavilion of the setting sum-
which, as it sank into the waves beyond it
wrapped tower, and church, and slanting
cliff, and winding shore-line, in such glory
of gold and purple asmade the old kingdom
of Grana Uaille look for the moment like IL
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