Lamoille newsdealer. [volume] (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1860-1877, 1874-12-09


young las; to be his wife Duncan Lewii
spoke angrily of his younger brothers
visits TO the farm of Carn.Slean. He new
er had any great love for the lad, who
was i'll qualified for the rough work oithe
fishing; but sometimes he spoke of him
with a sudden emphasis of hatred which
startled the others. On this occasion,
when young Alister Lewis came running
down to the point to hail the boat, the
eldest brother had turned and said, fierce.
ly,
1--WE will not 60 in to the shore for
him--no, by Kott, we will not 90 III to
the shore. lie is no use for the fishing,
not more as it he was chlld and who
will look out for tNe storms with these
tef1es Of eyes of his staring. Let him
90 to the farm. Let bin look after the
hens, aud bring the COWS home. We het
no more use for him in the boat ~
But we hef got his fiddle with u.s."
said another Of the brothers, regretfully /;
"and he is ferry goot with the songs and
the Stories"
"The songs and the stories p said
Duncan Lewis. with an oath. "Who will
want to hef stories that will mex the fer
ry dead rise up in their graves? They are
not goot songs for the middle of the night.
His songs and his stories Let him TEX
them over to that lass at Kileena-she
will hef his songs and his stories !"
"Bnt it is you, Duncan Lewis
yourself" retorted the brother, "who like
to have a word with Mrs. Macdonald's s
lass"
The eldes. brother did not answer; he
struck his oar into the water, the other
oars instantly following; and the measur.
cd throb could have been heard along the
shores of these lonely islands, while a
gloomy silence prevailed on board the
boat.
Meanwhile Allister Lewis had got up
to his feet, showing himself tall and
wcl-made stripling enough, though he had
not The saIwart make Of his brothers.
II will 60 over to Killeena," he said to
himself. Il hef something to say toAila-
sa.'
He walked along the shores Of the is
land--the shingly beach of which soon
gave way to strenches Of fine wind-swept
sand He came to q narrow channel, on
the other side of which was another is
land-da.ker and more rocky than Dar-
roch while the strait between hadycear-
ly strong current running through it..
How to get over? There was, not even a
house within sight on these desolaye shores.
The lad cody uudressed himself, tied his
clothes in a bundle, and strapped them on
his shoulders: then he made his way care
fully into the water and swan the chan
mel The water was pretty smooth; but
all the same the lower part Of the bundle
was considerably wet. Not needing that
much--indeed he had calculated on it.
he rapidly dressed himself again; and
began walking smarty up and over the
marshy green wastes of Kiileena until he
reached small farm set ameng the black
moorlands that had been cut for peat. An
elderly woman was at the door, in the
misty sunlight. spinning wool, One OF
Two people mostly old men, who had
given up the fishing, but who still wore
6shermans clothes--were at work in the
fields. There was no sign of the Maid OF
Killeena. aia oI
Eyes, is 1t you, Allister Lewis r Mrs.
Macdonald said. in the Gaelic ''aud have
you not brought your fiddle to give us
tune ? And are your brothers not gone
to the fishing to-day 7" w .lis
My brothers have gone to the fishing
without me,' said Aistor in same tongue,
"and they have taken my fiddle with them,
| want to see your Aiasa, Mrs. Macdo-
uald. for | au' going away"
"Are you going away, Alister Lewis
And where are you going?' she said.
IL am going to Glasgow that is
where | am going. | am not any use at
the fishing; and my mother do not want
me at the farm. 1t is long way to Glas-
gow."
"You will find Aiasa in the Kitchen y
said Mrs. Macdonald.
Ailasa was raking up the peats--the
fire was in the middle Of the floor, with q
chimney overhead going up through the
thatch Of the roof-ith the intention oi
putting big pot ou the iron hook. She
turned round suddenly as he entered-a
bright look of surprise and gfadness fash
into her face--and she said in English,
.And iss It you, Alister, at last ? Yor
hsf not been here not for more as tive
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