The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1883-10-27
THE j ENiIMA'S CRUISE,

Charlie, my young brother, had been
tagging at his studies: 1 had ust passed
the res. E., and was proportionately
elate. We had earned our summer
holiday, we thought. Nothing 10th was
l when Charlie. with a cap in his hand,
pointed out a spot on the Caithness
coast and eXclaimed--"IIere we are!
There we'llgol What say you, Frank2''
Every good choice. Plenty OF ozone,
fishing and boating; fashion at dis
count. Where is the time-table?"
A primitive fishing village-call It
Clanhead-was quickly fixed upon.
After the usual delights Of railway ira
Yelling we found ourselves in place
richly endowed by nature, but minus
all inn. A Highland cottage, however,
proved comfortable enough shelter.
After nights rest and hearty fish
breakfast we strolled off towards the
sea. III the one struggling street Of
Clanhead, were yellowhaired children
who stood in wide-eyed. innocent won-
der, and stared at us. Perhaps they
were overcome by the sight of our
hideous brown sand-slloes. 1t might
have been that they were bewitched by
Charlie's handsome face. Charlie is
the Adonis Of our family; and I-well,
L am an ugly young man with mar
Vellously wide mouth, eye-sight so near
that l cannot pick up u six pence with
out the help OF my glasses, and an ex-
preston, to say the least OF it, scared
Such as we were, we stood the lads'
and lasses' scrutiny unabasle.l, plod-
ding, plodding on till we perceived u
middle-aged man leaning Oh IL gate in
imagined, a dolce far niente condi-
tion. He turned, however, and moved
toward us.
"Will ye no. be takin' sail the
mornin' gentlemen?'
~ ust what we want" " cried Charlie.
"Aweel, TAX ye the first turn to the
rect an it'll bring ye to the head O the
cllH. Some way book ye'll see the
Openln' tOa raVine. Gang ava through
tile gap an yell soon be where the sea
Washes tile cli1i-foot. BE We canny, for
tides high the moo, an the shallowest
water there may droun' ye. In five
minutes l'll be comm roOnd wiz nv
BOAT an my mate at your SerYice.n
The boatman touched his CAP and
moved Off. We made for the rayine.
passed down it, and came suddenly
upon the most magnificent expallse OF
rolling water that our eyes had ever
toasted upon. Shortly, from, | sup
pose, some sheltering nook under the
cliff, Game along our little craft, the
Jelnlma, with her mainsai spread
and her master at the helm, while Do
maid, his mate, kept watch at the bow.
With "Yo hoyl
"Steadyl YohOyr' she was "brOught
TO-" and in scrambled we, neck OF moth
ing:
We were scarcely seated before, en-
erglng from the rayine, toiling on with
the help OF crutch over loose earth
ana boulders, came a girl, with sweet
put very sad face. Evidently she was
suffering in mind and body.
"Ech, Hinnyl Hinnyl" said our boat
man with softened iDtonation.
should ma act sac, my dearl
when gentlemen hire the Jemima
they dnna expect to talk her masters
family aboord.
Gang AVA hame again, Mamie"
"Oh, ny all means, take your friend
"Ben is my name, sir, an thank We
for your kindness.
"Come then, bairnl an look ye.
dinna trust to your crutch when ye
step aboord. Should tho boat lutf it
may slip frae under ye. Let ME lay it
doon at the stern, am gi'e me your
hond. Now, steady, am in ye are,
Ben guided the boat off, then turned
to the girl again.
"Eh, my bairnie, not sac mickle as q
speck o head-gearl an they bits O. tai
lal clothing flying about ye. Yen
catch your DEATH ye maun hae my
jacket OH. Mebbe, sir, yen be sac kind