The times and democrat. [volume] (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1881-current, 1883-08-30
Cruise OF the /" Jenaima. .

tagging at his studies; I had just
passed the R. C. S. E., and was proper
tionately elate. We had earned our
s summer holiday, we thought; and
nothing 10th was when Charlie, with
a map, in his hand, pointed out a spot
+ On the Caitaness coast ana exclaimed, !:
Here We are! There we'n go!
What say you, Frank?"
Very good choice. Plenty of
: ozone, fishing and boating; fashion
at discount. Where is the time
table?p
primitive fishing yillage-call it
Clanhead- quickly fixed upon /;
and after the usual delight of railway
Z travelling we found ourselves In a
place richly endowed by nature, but
minus an inn.
A Highlaad cottage, however,
proved a comfo Portable enough shelter |;
sand after a nights rest and a hearty
fish breakfast We strolled off toward
the sea. s -
In the. one stra aggling street of Clam
head were yell oW-hairld children who
stood in wide-eyed, innocent wonder,
and stared at us. Perhaps they were
overcome by the sight Of our hideous
brown sand-shoes or it might have
been that they were bewitched by
Charles handsome face.
s Charlie is the Adonis Of our family
and well, j am an ugly young man
with marYelously wide mouth, eye
sight so near that T cannot pick up a
sixpence without the help Of my
glasses, and an expression, to say the
least of it, scared.
s: Such IS we were, we stood the lads
and lasses' scrutiny mlabashed, plod-
ding on till we perceived middle-aged
man leaning on a gate in, imagined,
o dolce far niente condition.
He turned, however, and moved To-
ward us.
"Win ye no be takin' a sail the
mornin', gentlemen"
aJust what we want" cried Charlie.
I" "Aweel, tax ye the first turn to the,
rect an it'll bring ye ia the head o the
cliff. Some way bock yell see the
openin' to ravine. Gang ava through
the gap, an yell soon be where the sen
washes the cliff-foot. Beye canny, for
the tides high the moo, and the shall
lowest water there may droun' ye. In
five minutes I'll be ccomin' roond WI
my boat an my mate at your service"
The boatman touched his cap and
moved eff: we made for the ravine,
passed down it, and came suddenly
upon the most magnificent expanse of
rolling water that our eyes had eve:
feasted upon.
& Shortly, from, I suppose, some shell
tering nook under the cliff, came along
e our little craft, the "Jemima," with
her mainsail spread and her ma ter at
the helm, while Donald, his mate, kept
watch at the bow.
With "Yo hoy! Steady! Yo
hoyw she was drought to-" and in
scrambled we, neck or nothing.
We were scarcely seated before,
emerging from the ravine, toiling on
with the help of q crutch over loose
earth and bowlders, came girl witha
sweet but very sad face. Evidently
she was suffering in mind and body.
"Ech. Hinny, HiHny" said our boat
man, with softened intonation. "Ye
should ma act sac, my dear. When
gentlemen hire the 'Jenima' they
dinna expect to TAX her masters fam
lily aboord. Gang ava home agan,
Mamie"
"Oh, by all means. take your friend
aboard, Mr."
"Ben is my naTe, s'r, an I thank
ye for your kindness. Come. then,
BARN! an. look ye, dina trust to your
crutch when ye step aboocd. Should
the boat luff, it may slip frae under We
Let me lay It deon at the stern, an.
gle me your hond. Now, steady, an
in ye are"
Ben guided the boat off, then turnel
to the girlagain.
"Eh, my bairnie, not sac nickle as
speck O. head-gear an they bits o
fal.lal clothing flying aboot We; yell
cotch your death !-ye Taun hae my
Jacket on. Mebbe, sir, ye'u he sac kind
as to baud the tiller whiles dress her
oop. There, now, Mamie, are ye no
warmly buskit?"
Off we were before the WIND, our
swelling mainsa1 hiding the man at
the bow. The grand sea and sky threw
Charlie and myself into ecstacies; Ben,
used to such scenes, was quiet, and, I
thought, sad, While the lassie looked
decidedly seepy.
".Eh, my doo," said Ben, aye wcre
oop wi the birds; 1 marked ye wend-
in your way to the cliff by the first
: CLINT O the sun. Yes liken to wrath,
my dearie. Ye'se aye wanderin'.
Aweel, lay doom your b al awhile on
my shoulder, an be takjn' wee bit
napthe moo"
With his disengaged arm Ben sup
ported the fraiI little body, and soon
Ms charge was dozing as restfully as
any weary child. >,
As ahe siapt I esried a wsdding-ring
! On her finger, and even In sepoBs tef: