The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1905-10-22

Istood, and, too, as lank and shaggy,
and he walked with a great stride that
caused little Jean TO trot in order to
keep up with him.
We'll say no word to ony o. them .
he said, speaking into the air, mo, not
SO much as one word to onyl o. them
/ They are good folk enough, but they
are not our folk. Man, but there are
plenty of our own folk in America,
| There's a Tarbert laddie there and
they have their Cantire. and their
| Crinan and their Campbelltown and
/ ALL
/ He laughed as if in derision at
some one who had denied the thing
he knew so we'll His long strides
heightened.
There will be plenty and plenty and
plenty of folk glad to shake hand of
Dugald McVennel when I step ashore in
America. Aye, there will be plenty
At the highest point of the path lead
ing over the promontory he paused and
bent his gaze to the west.
Look you, Jean. my lass, look We.
The very sun is off for America; aye.
lassie, off for America, and see how
pleased and proud is the sun"
The girl cast her eyes upon the
waters, and saw that the waves ran
red with the blood of the sinking sun.
/ Man, but it's a grand evening this
evening to set off for America"
! To the girl the sun had never SEEM
ed so great nor the waters so wide
and she herself so much alone and
in need of protection as on this evening
She pressed closer to the aged man.
We'll say no word to ony o. them,
and you'll take your best and brawest
with you, Jean, for we must look come
ly when We win to America. We will
show the folk that if we be but emf
grants we come with good things, on
our backs; aye, and with something in
our pockets forby. You'll no. put your
best things on your back, lassie. for it
will be maybe as much as a night and
a day, and another night, before we
win across
They fastened along the narrow
main street of the VILLAGE on their
way to a tiny house in a by-street
Jean, although English born and rear
ed among the garrulous Methodist
folk, was yet imbued with Scottish
taciturnity. She replied nothing to all
her grandfather's feelings and sayings,
but trotted on by his side, wondering
in vague sort of way what lay in This
tances, but her faith was firm in the
old fisherman who had fought storm
and flood all the days of his long life
Reaching the house. the two set
eagerly to work, the little girl as best
she could packing an ancient Scottish
''kist" with her most precious belong
ings, and the grandfather filing bas-
ket with the plain, sustaining foods
which fishermen Jared upon.
1--WE must live well on the road. so
as to be strong and hearty to meet
them" he said, speaking more to him
self than to the girl Man, but they
will be gay astonished to see me and
the lassie. There is the McMillans and
the Campbells and the Thompsons:
ave, and the McPhersons and the Nc
Phails, and twice as many more. Save
me- but there's a nlony o. them over
therei I think, I think there is as
rnony Cantire folk living in America
as lie dead in Cantire Small wonder
ing over the sea. You'll run to the
boat, Jean, and there you'll wait till
bring the things one by one No
one is to know what a grand jaunt we'll
be taking, and if it be that any one
question ye. tell them you are taking a
sail with your auld grandfather and
tell them naething more"
The girl fastened away, dropped
down the Fore Street, passed that
Sloop Inn where the artists, to the great
horrifying Of the Methodists, meet just