The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1884-01-24
The CRUISE OF The JENNA.

Charlie, my young brother, had been
Tagging at his studies; L had just passed
the II. @. S. E., and was proportion
ately elate. We had earned our sum-
mer holiday, we thought; and nothing
10th was / when Charlie, with a map in
his hand, pointed ont spot on the
Caithness coast and exclaimed;
Here we are! There we go! What
say you, Frank?"
Very good choice. Plenty of ozone,
fishing. and boating; fashion at dis
count. Where is the time table,
A primitive fishing village-call it
Clanbead-was quickly fixed upon; and
after the usual delights of railway
travelling we found ourselves in q place
richly endowed by nature, but minus
aninn.
A Highland cottage, however, proved
q comfortable enough shelter; and after
a nights rest and n hearty fish break
fast, we strolled off toward the sea.
In the one struggling street of Clan
head were yellow-haired 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
Charities handsome face.
Charlie is the Adonis Of our family;
and well, am an ugly young man
with a marvelously wide mouth, eye
sight so near that l cannot pick up a
sixpence without the help of my glasses,
and an expression, to say the least of
it, scared.
Such as we were, We stood the lads
and the lasses' scrutiny unabashed,
Flooding on till we perceived middle
aged man leaning on a gate, In, L I'M
agined, dolce far niente condition.
He turned, however, and moved to-
ward us.
will we mo- be takin' sail the morn
in, gentlemen
Just what we want" cried Charlie
"Aweel, TAX We the first turn to the
rect, an it'll bring We to the head O the
cliff. Some way book yell see the
openin' to ravine. Gang AVA through
the gap. an ye'll soon be where the sea
washes the cliff foot. Be we canny, for
the tides high the moo, and the shall
lowest water there may droun ye
In five minutes I'll be comm roond
WI my boat an my mate at your serv-
ice
The boatman touched his cap and
moved off; we made for the ravine,
passed down it, and came suddenly
upon the most magnificent expanse of
rolling water that our eyes had ever
Toasted upon.
Shortly from, l suppose, some shell
tering nook under the cliff, came along
our little craft the Jemima, with her
mainsail spread and her master at the
helm, while Donald, his mate, kept
watch at the bow.
With "Yo hoy! Steady! Yo hoy"
she was brought to-" and III scram-
bled we, neck or nothing.
We were scarcely seated before,
emerginr from the rayine, toiling on
with the help of a crutch over the loose
earth and bowldors, came girl with
sweet but very sad face. Evidently she
was suffering in mind and body.
"Ech, Hinny Hinny!" said our boat
man, with softeaed in,onation. "Ye
shouldna act sac, my dear! When
gentlemen hire the .Demima they dinna
expect to TAX her masters family
aboord. Gang ava hame again, Ma
ME
"Oh, b. ali means, take your friend
aboard, Mr. -"
"Bcn is my name, sir, an ] thank we
for your kindness. Come, then, BARN !
an look We. dinna trust TO your crutch
when We step aboord. Should the boat
luff, it m ~ slip irae under We. Let me
lay it doom at tho stern, an gle me
your hond. Now, steady, an in We
are"
Ben GU ded the boat off, then turned
to the girl again. "Eh, my bairnie,
not sae mickle rs a speck o. head gear !
an they bits o. fal-lal clothing flynn
aboos ye. Yell catch your death ye
maun haze my jacket on. Mebbe, sir,
yell be s. kind as to baud the tiller