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 Freaks on the fells
 Why I did not become a sailor
 Papers from Norway
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Title: Freaks on the fells, or, Three months' rustication and, Why I did not become a sailor
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FREAKS ON THE FELLS;


OR,


THREE MONTHS' RUSTICATION.


AND


WHY I DID NOT BECOME A SAILOR.


BY

R. M. BALLANTYNE,
AUTHOR OF "WILD MAN OF THE WEST," "GASCOYNE, THU
SANDAL WOOD TRADER," "DOG CRUSOE," "BED
EBIC," "GORILLA HUNTERS," "LIFE
BOAT," ETC.










THE JOHN C. WINSTON CO.,
PHILADELPHIA,


CHICAGO,


TOBONTO.









FREAKS ON THE FELLS.




CHAPTER I.

MR. SUDBERRY IN HIS COUNTING-HOUSE.

MR. JOHN SUDBERRY was a successful London
merchant. He was also a fat little man. More-
over, te was a sturdy little man, wore spectacles,
and had a smooth bald head, over which, at the
time we introduce him to the reader, fifty summers
had passed, with their corresponding autumns,
winters, and springs. The passage of so many
seasons over him appeared to have exercised a
polishing influence on the merchant, for Mr. Sud-
berry's cranium shone like a billiard-ball. In tem-
perament Mr. Sudberry was sanguine, and full of
energy. He could scarcely have been a successful
merchant without these qualities. He was also
extremely violent.
Now, it is necessary here to guard the reader
from falling into a mistake in reference to Mr.
Sudberry's character. We have said that he was
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violent, but it must not be supposed that he was
passionate. By no means. He was the most amia,
ble and sweet-tempered of men. His violence was
owing to physical rather than mental causes. He
was hasty in his volitions, impulsive in his actions,
madly reckless in his personal movements. His
moral and physical being was capable of only two
conditions deep repose or wild activity.
At his desk Mr. Sudberry was wont to sit mo-
tionless like a statue, with his face buried in his
hands and his thoughts busy. When these thoughts
culminated, he would start as if he had received an
electric shock, seize a pen, and, with pursed lips
and frowning brows, send it careering over the
paper with harrowing rapidity, squeaking and
chirping (the pen, not the man) like a small bird
with a bad cold. Mr. Sudberry used quills. He
was a tremendous writer. He could have reported
the debates of the House in long-hand.
The merchant's portrait is not yet finished. He
was a peculiar man, and men of this sort cannot be
sketched off in a few lines. Indeed, had he not
been a peculiar man, it would not have been worth
while to drag him thus prominently into notice.
Anong other peculiarities in Mr. Sudberry's







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character, he was afflicted with a chronic tendency
to dab his pen into the ink-bottle and split it to the
feather, or double up its point so as to render it
unserviceable. This infirmity, coupled with an un-
common capacity for upsetting ink-bottles, had in-
duced him to hire a small clerk, whose principal
duties were to mend pens, wipe up ink, and, gen-
erally, to attend to the removal of debris.
When Mr. Sudberry slept he did it profoundly.
When he awoke he did it with a start and a stare,
as if amazed at having caught himself in the very
act of indulging in such weakness. Whbn he
washed he puffed, and gasped, and rubbed, and
made such a noise, that one might have supposed
a walrus was engaged in its ablutions. How the
skin of his head, face, and neck stood the towelling
it received is incomprehensible I When he walked
he went like an express train; when he sauntered
he relapsed into the slowest possible snail's-pace,
but he did not graduate the changes from one to
the other. When he sat down he did so with a
crash. The number of chairs which Mr. Sudberry
broke in the course of his life would have filled a
goodly-sized concert-room; and the number of tea-
cups wh'ch he had swept off tables with the tails







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of his coat might, we believe, have set up a mcder.
ately ambitious man in the china trade.
There was always a beaming smile on the mer-
chant's countenance, except when he was engaged
in deep thought; then his mouth was pursed and
his brows knitted.
The small clerk was a thin-bodied, weak-minded,
timid boy, of about twelve years of age and of hum-
ble origin. He sat at Mr. Sudberry's double desk
in the office, opposite and in dangerous proximity
to his master, whom he regarded with great admi-
ration, alarm, and awe.
On a lovely afternoon towards the middle of
May, when city men begin to thirst for a draught
of fresh air, and to long for an undignified roll on
the green fields among primroses, butter-cups, and
daisies, Mr. Sudberry sat at his desk reading the
advertisements in the Times.
Suddenly he flung the paper away, hit the desk
a sounding blow with his clinched fist, and ex-
claimed firmly, -" I'll do it!"
Accustomed though he was to nervous shocks,
the small clerk leaped with more than ordinary
tremor off his stool on this occasion, picked up the
paper, laid it at his master's elbow, and sat down







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again, prepared to look out-nautically speak-
ing -for more squalls.
Mr. Sudberry seized a quill, dabbed it into the
ink-bottle, and split it. Seizing another he dabbed
again; the quill stood the shock; the small clerk
ventured a sigh of relief, and laid aside the inky
napkin--which he had pulled out of his desk ex-
pecting an upset, and prepared for the worst.
A note was dashed off in two minutes, -signed,
sealed, addressed, in half a minute, and Mr. Sud-
berry leaped off his stool. His hat was thrown on
his head by a species of sleight of hand, and he
appeared in the outer office suddenly, like a stout
Jack-in-the-box.
"I'm away, Mr. Jones (to his head clerk), and
won't be back till eleven to-morrow morning.
Have you the letters ready? I am going round
by the post-office, and will take charge of them."
They are here, sir," said Mr. Jones, in a mild
voice.
Mr. Jones was a meek man, with a red nose and
a humble aspect. He was a confidential clerk, and
much respected by the firm of Sudberry & Co. In
fact, it was generally understood that the business
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most salutary counteractive to Mr. Sudbeiry s reck-
lessness. As for Co.," he was a sleeping partner,
and an absolute nonentity.
Mr. Sudberry seized the letters and let them fall,
picked them up in haste, thrust them confusedly
into his pocket, and rushed from the room, knock-
ing over the umbrella-stand in his exit. The sen-
sation left in the office was that of a dead calm
after a sharp squall. The small clerk breathed
freely, and felt that his life was safe for that day.








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CHAPTER II.

MR. SUDBERRY AT HOME.

MY DEAR," cried Mr. Sudberry to his wife, ab.
ruptly entering the parlor of his villa, near Hamp.
stead Heath, I have done the deed I"
"Dear John, you are so violent; my nerves--
really what deed ? said Mrs. Sudberry, a weak-
eyed, delicate woman, of languid temperament, and
not far short of her husband's age.
"I have written off to secure a residence in the
Highlands of Scotland for our summer quarters
this season."
Mrs. Sudberry stared in mute surprise. "John
my dear I are you in earnest? Have you not been
precipitate in this matter? You know, love, that I
have always trusted in your prudence to make ar-
rangements for the spending of our holiday; but
really, when I think "-
"Well, my dear, 'When you think,' pray, go
on."
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never objected to any place you have hitherto
fixed on. Herne Bay last year was charming,
and the year before we enjoyed Margate so much.
Even Worthing, though rather too long a journey
for a family, was delightful; and, as the family was
smaller then, we got over the journey on the whole
better than could have been expected. But Scot-
land I the Highlands !" -
Mr. Sudberry's look at this point induced his
wife to come to a full stop. The look was not a
stern look,- much less a savage look, as connubial
looks sometimes are. It was an aggrieved look;
not that he was aggrieved at the dubious recep-
tion given by his spouse to the arrangement he
had made;--no, the sore point in his mind was
that he himself entertained strong doubts as to the
propriety of what he had done; and to find these
doubts reflected in the mind of his faithful better
half was perplexing.
"Well, Mary," said the worthy merchant, "go on.
Do you state the cons, and I'll enumerate the pros,
after which we will close the account, and see on
which side the balance lies."
You know, dear," said Mrs. Sudberry, in a re-
monstrative tone, "that the journey is fearfully








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long. 1 almost tremble when I think of it. To be
sure, we have the railroad to Edinburgh now; but
beyond that we shall have to travel by stage, I
suppose, at least I hope so; but perhaps they have
no stage-coaches in Scotland?"
"Oh, yes, they have a few, I believe," replied
the merchant, with a smile.
Ah! that is fortunate; for wagons are fear-
fully trying. No, I really think that I could not
stand a wagon journey after my experience of
the picnic at Worthing some years ago. Think of
our large family seven of us altogether in a
wagon, John "-
But you forget, I said that there are stage-
coaches in Scotland."
"Well; but think of the slow and wearisome
travelling among great mountains, over precipices,
and through Scotch mists. Lady Knownothing
assures me she has been told that the rain never
ceases in Scotland, except for a short time in
autumn, just to give the scanty crops time to
ripen. You know, dear, that our darling Jacky's
health could never stand the Scotch mists, he is so
very delicate."
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ly; the doctor told me only yesterday tlat for a
boy of five years old he was a perfect marvel of
robust health- that nothing ailed him, except the
result of over-eating and the want of open-air ex-
ercise; and I am sure that I can testify to the
strength of his legs and the soundness of his
lungs; for he kicks like a jackass, and roars like a
lion."
"It is very wrong, very sinful of the doctor,"
said Mrs. Sudberry, in a languidly indignant man-
ner, "to give such a false report of the health of
our darling boy "-
At this moment the door burst open, and the
"darling boy rushed into the room with a wild
cheer of defiance at his nurse, from whom he had
escaped, and who was in full pursuit hit his head
on the corner of the table, and fell flat on the floor,
with a yell that might have sent a pang of jealousy
to the heart of a Chippeway Indian 1
Mr. Sudberry started up, and almost overturned
the tea-table in his haste; but before he could
reach his prostrate son, nurse had him kicking
in her arms, and carried him off howling.
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John, with your violence I That is the fifteenth
tea-cup this week."
The good lady pointed to a shattered member of
the set that lay on the tray beside her.
I have just ordered a new set, my dear," said
her husband, in a subdued voice. Our poor dear
boy would benefit, I think, by mountain air. But
go on with the cons."
"Have I not said enough?" replied Mrs. Sud-
berry, with an injured look. Besides, they have
no food in Scotland."
This was a somewhat staggering assertion. The
merchant looked astonished.
At least," pursued his wife, they have noth-
ing, I am told, but oatmeal. Do you imagine that
Jacky could live on oatmeal? Do you suppose
that your family would return to London in a con-
dition fit to be looked at, after a summer spent on
food such as we give to our horses? No doubt
you will tell me they have plenty of milk,-but,
termilk, I suppose, which I abhor. But do you
think that I could live with pleasure on sawdust,
just because I had milk to take to it?"
But milk implies cream, my dear," interposed
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both imply cows, which are strong presumptive
evidence in favor of beef. Besides "-
"Don't talk to me, Mr. Sudberry. I know bet-
ter; and Lady Knownothing, who went to Scot-
land last year, in the most unprejudiced state of
mind, came back absolutely horrified by what she
had seen. Why, she actually tells me that the na-
tives still wear the kilt! The very day she passed
through Edinburgh she mot five hundred men
without trousers To be sure, they had guns on
their shoulders, and some one told her they were
soldiers; but the sight was so appalling that she
could not get rid of the impression; she shut her
eyes, and ordered the coachman to drive straight
through the town, and let her know when she was
quite beyond its walls. She has no doubt what-
ever that most, if not all, of the other inhabitants
of that place were clothed-perhaps I should say
unclothed-in the same way. What surprised
poor Lady Knownothing most was, that she did
not see nearly so many kilts in the Highlands as
she saw on that occasion in Edinburgh, from which
she concluded that the natives of Scotland are less
barbarous in the north than they are in the south.
But she did see a few. One man who played those







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hideous things called the pipes -which, she says,
are so very like little pigs being killed-actually
came into her presence one day, sat down before
her with bare knees, and took a pinch of snuff with
a salt-spoon I"
That is a dreadful account, no doubt," said Mr.
Sudbcrry, "but you must remember that Lady
Knownothing is given to exaggerating, and is
therefore not to be depended on. Have you done
with the cons ? "
Not nearly done, John, but my nervous system
cannot stand the sustained contemplation of such
things. I should like to recover breath, and hear
what you have to say in favor of this temporary
expatriation, I had almost said, of your family."
"Well, then, here goes for the pros," cried Mr.
Sudberry, while a gleam of excitement shot from
his eyes, and his clinched hand came heavily down
on the table.
"The sixteenth cup as near as possible," ob-
served his wife, languidly.
Never mind the cups, my dear, but listen to
me. The air of the Highlands is salubrious and
bracing "-
And piercingly cold, my dear John," inter.
erupted Mrs. Sudberry.








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"In summer," pursued her husband, regardless
of the interruption, "it is sometimes as clear and
warm as it is in Italy -
"And often foggy, my dear."
"The mountain scenery is grand and majestic
beyond description" -
"Then why attempt to describe it, dear John?"
The hotels in most parts of the Highlands,
though rather expensive "-
Ah I think of that, my dear."
"Though rather expensive, are excellent; the
food is of the best quality, and the wines are pass-
able. Beds"-
Have they beds, my dear ?"
"Beds are generally found to be well aired and
quite clean, though of course in the poorer and
more remote districts they are -
"Hush I pray spare my feelings, my dear John."
"Remote districts, they are not so immaculate as
one would wish. Then there are endless moors
covered with game, and splendid lakes and rivers
full of fish. Just think, Mary, what a region for
our dear boys to revel in I Think of the shoot,
ing "-
And the dreadful accidents, my dear."







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"Think of the fishing -
And the wet feet, and the colds. Poor darling
Jacky, what a prospect!"
Think of the glorious sunrises seen from the
mountain-tops before breakfast"-
"And the falling over precipices, and broken
necks and limbs, dear John."
"Think of the shaggy ponies for our darling
Lucy to ride on "-
"Ah and to fall off."
And the dew of early morning on the hills, and
the mists rolling up from the lakes, and the wild
uncultivated beauty of all around us, and the
sketching, and walking, and driving" -
"Dreadful !"
And bathing and boating "-
"And drowning!"
"Not to mention the" -
Dear John, have pity on me. The pros are too
much for me. I cannot stand the thought"-
But, my dear, the place is taken. The thing is
fixed," said Mr. Sudberry, with emphasis.
Mrs. Sudberry was a wise woman. When she
was told by her husband that a thing was fixed, she
invariably gave in with a good grace. Her powers
I








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of dissuasion having failed,--as they always did
fail,-she arose, kissed Mr. Sudburry's forehead,
assured him that she would try to make the most
of it, since it was fixed, and left the room with the
comfortable feeling of having acted the part of a
dutiful wife and a resigned martyr.

It was towards the close of a doubtful summer's
evening, several weeks after the conversation just
detailed, that a heavy stage-coach, of an old-fash-
ioned description, toiled slowly up the ascent of
one of those wild passes by which access is gained
into the highlands of Perthshire.
The course of the vehicle had for some time
lain along the banks of a turbulent river, whose
waters, when not brawling over a rocky bed in
impetuous velocity, or raging down a narrow
gorge in misty spray, were curling calmly in
deep pools or caldrons, the dark surfaces of
which .were speckled with foam, and occasionally
broken by the leap of a yellow trout or a silver
salmon.
To an angler the stream would have been cap-
tivating in the extreme, but his ardor would have
been somewhat damped by the sight of the dense







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copsewood which overhung the water, and, while
it added to the wild beauty of the scenery, sug-
gested the idea of fishing under difficulties.
When the coach reached the narrowest part of
the pass, the driver pulled up, and intimated that
" she would be obleeged if the leddies and gen-
tlemen would get down and walk up the brae."
Hereupon there descended from the top of the
vehicle a short, stout, elderly gentleman, in a
Glengarry bonnet, green tartan shooting-coat,
and shepherd's-plaid vest and pantaloons; two
active youths, of the ages of seventeen and fif
teen respectively, in precisely similar costume;
a man-servant in pepper and salt, and a little thin
timid boy in blue, a sort of confidential page
without the buttons. All of them wore drab
gaiters and shoes of the thickest conceivable
description. From the inside of the coach there
issued a delicate elderly lady, who leaned, in a
helpless manner, on the arm of a young, plain,
but extremely fresh and sweet-looking girl of
about sixteen, whom the elder lady called Lucy
and who was so much engrossed with her mother,
that some time elapsed before she could attend
to the fervent remarks made by her father and







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brothers in regard to the scenery. There also
came forth from the interior of the coach a large,
red-faced angry woman, who dragged after her a
little girl of about eight, who might be described
as a modest sunbeam, and a little boy of about
five, who resembled nothing short of an imp in-
carnate. Whjn they were all out, the entire
family and household of Mr. Sudberry stood in
the centre of that lovely Highland pass, and the
coach, which was a special one hired for the oc-
casion, drove slowly up the ascent.
What the various members of the family said in
the extravagance of their excited feelings on this
occasion we do not intend to reveal. It has been
said that the day was doubtful in the south the
sky was red with the refulgent beams of the set-
Ling sun, which gleamed on the mountain peaks
and glowed on the purple heather. Towards the
north dark leaden clouds obscured the heavens,
and-presaged stormy weather. A few large drops
began to fall as they reached the crest of the
road, and opened up a view of the enclosed valley
or amphitheatre which lay beyond, with a winding
river, a dark overshadowed loch, and a noble back-
ground of hills. In the far distance a white house
was seen embedded in the blue mountains.








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"Yonder's ta hoose," said the driver, as the
party overtook the coach, and resumed their
places-the males on the top and the females
inside.
"Oh, my dear look look cried Mr. Sud
berry, leaning over the side of the coach; "there
is our house--the white house--our Highland
home!"
At this moment a growl of distant thunder was
heard It was followed by a scream from Mrs.
Sudberry, and a cry of-
You'd better send Jacky inside, my dear."
"Ah, he may as well remain where he is," re-
plied Mr. Sudberry, whose imperfect hearing led
him to suppose that his spouse had said, Jacky's
inside, my dear I" whereas the real truth was that
the boy was neither out nor inside.
Master Jacky, be it known, had a remarkably
strong will of his own. During the journey he
preferred an outside seat in all weathers. By dint
of much coaxing, his mother had induced him to
get in beside her for one stage; but he had made
himself so insufferably disagreeable, that the good
lady was thereafter much more disposed to let him
have his own way. When the coach stopped, as








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we have described, Jacky got out, and roundly
asserted that he would never get in again.
When the attention of the party was occupied
with the gorgeous scenery at the extremity of the
pass, Jacky, under a sudden impulse of wicked-
ness, crept stealthily into the copse that lined the
road, intending to give his parents a fright. In
less than five minutes these parents were galloping
away at the rate of ten miles an hour, each happy
in the belief that the sweet boy was with the
other.
Somewhat surprised at the prolonged and death-
like silence that reigned around him, Jacky re-
turned to the road, where he actually gasped with
horror on finding himself the solitary tenant of an
apparently uninhabited wilderness. Sitting down
on a stone, he shut his eyes, opened wide his
mouth, and roared vehemently.
At the end of about five minutes he ventured to
re-open his eyes. His face instantly assumed an
expression of abject terror, and the roar was inten-
sified into a piercing shriek when he beheld a
fierce little black cow staring at him within a yard
of his face.
A drove of shaggy Highland cattle had come
















































Jacky Frightened.







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suddenly round a turn in the ress while Jacky's
eyes had been shut. They now filed slowly and
steadily past the transfixed boy, as if they were a
regiment and he a reviewing general. Each animal
as it came up stopped, stared for a few seconds,
and passed slowly on with its head down, as if sad-
dened by the sight of such a melancholy spectacle.
There were upwards of a hundred animals in the
drove; the prolonged and maddening agony which
Jacky endured may therefore be conceived but
cannot be described.
Last of all came the drover, a kilted, plaided,
and bonneted Highlander, quite as shaggy as the
roughest of his cattle, and rather fiercer in aspect.
He was not so in reality however, for, on coming to
the place where the poor boy sat, he stopped and
stared as his predecessors had done.
"Fat is she doin' there ?" said he.
Jacky paused, and gazed for one moment in
mute surprise, then resumed his roar with shut
eyes and with tenfold vigor.
As it was evident that any farther attempt at
conversation must prove fruitless, the drover took
Jacky in his arms, carried him to the extremity of
the pass, set him down, and, pointing to the white
house in the blue distance, said,-








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"Yonder's ta hoose; let her s e how she can
rin."
Jacky fixed his eyes on the house with the stare
of one who regarded it as his last and only refuge,
and ran as he had never done before, roaring while
he ran.
"She's a clever callant," observed the drover
with a grim smile, as he turned to follow his cattle.
Meanwhile the Sudberry Family reached the
White House in the midst of increasing rain and
mists and muttering thunder. Of course Jacky's
absence was at once discovered. Of course the
females screamed and the males shouted, while
they turned the mail-coach entirely inside out in a
vain search for the lost one. The din was increased
by nine shepherd dogs, which rushed down the
mountain-side, barking furiously with delight (pro-
bably) and with excitement (certainly) at the un-
wonted sight of so many strangers in that remote
glen. Presently the coach was turned round, and
the distracted father galloped back towards tha
pass. Of course he almost ran over his youngest
son in less than five minutes I Five minutes more
placed the recovered child in its mother's arms.
Then followed a scene of kissing, crying, laughing,









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barking, and excitement, which is utterly inde-
scribable, accompanied by thunder, lightning, and
rain, in the midst of which tempestuous mental and
elemental commotion, the Sudberry Family took
possession of their Highland home.








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CHAPTER III.

FIRST IMPRESSIONS.

NEXT morning the Sudberrys were awakened to
a sense of the peculiar circumstances into which
they had plunged, by the lowing of cattle, the
crowing of cocks, and the furious barking of collie
dogs, as the household of Donald McAllister com-
menced the labors of a new day.
Of course every member of the Sudberry Family,
with the exception of mamma," rushed to his or
her respective window.
"Oh how beautiful!" gushed from the heart
and lips of Lucy, as she gazed in wonder through
the casement; and a shriek burst from Jacky, as
he stared in wild delight upon the gorgeous scene
that met his view.
We have said that the White House was em-
bedded among the blue hills. It was an old and
extremely simple building, having an oblong front,
two sides, and a back; two stories, six windows,
and :ne door; which last, imbued, apparently, with








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a dislike to being shut, was always open. The
house appeared to have an insatiable thirst for
mountain air, and it was well supplied with this
fresh and exhilarating beverage; for it stood in an
elevated position on the slope of a mountain, and
overlooked a wide tract of flood and fell, on which
latter there was little wood, but a luxuriant carpet
of grass and heather.
The weather had evidently resolved to make
amends for its surly reception of the strangers the
previous evening, by greeting them with one of its
sweetest Highland smiles in the morning.
When Mr. Sudberry, in the exuberance of his
delight, ran without hat or coat to a neighboring
knoll, accompanied by all his children, the scene
that met his eye was one of surpassing grandeur
and beauty. The mists of early morning were
rolling up from the loch in white, fleecy clouds,
which floated over and partly concealed the sides
of the mountains. The upper wreaths of these
clouds, and the crags and peaks that pierced
through them, were set on fire by the rising sun.
Great fissures and gorges in the hills, which at
other times lay concealed in the blue haze of
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ing rays of the sun, and the incumbent cliffs, b iff
promontories, and capes, were in some places
sharply defined, in others luminously softened, so
that the mountains displayed at once that appear-
ance of solid reality, mingled with melting mystery
which is seen at no period of the day but early
morning. The whole scene-water, earth, and
sky-was so involved, that no lines of demarca-
tion could be traced anywhere; only bold startling
points, melting into blue and white masses that
mingled with each other in golden and pearly
grays of every conceivable variety. Having said
thus much, we need scarcely add that the scene
cannot be adequately described.
A light fragrant air met the stout Englishman as
he crested the hill, and filled his unaccustomed
nostrils with sensations that could not have been
excelled had he been greeted by one of Afric's
spicy gales." The same air, with telegraphic
speed, conveyed to the collie dogs of the place
the information that the Sudberrys were abroad;
whereupon the whole pack-nine in number--
bounded open-mouthed up the hill, with noise and
ferocity enough to have alarmed the bravest of the
brave. No wonder then that poor Jacky rushed







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into h.s father's knees, being too small to run into
his arms. But these seemingly ferocious -dogs
were in reality the gentlest and meekest of ani-
mals.
"Down, Topper, down! down, Lively, lass; come
into heel, Swaney," cried Donald McAllister, as
he approached his tenants. Good-mornin', miss;
morning gentlemen. The Ben has on its nightcap,
but I'm thinking' it'll soon take it off."
Donald McAllister's English was excellent, but
he spoke in a slow, deliberate manner, and with a
slightly nasal drawl, which sounded very peculiar
in the ears of the Sudberrys,-just as peculiar, in
fact, as their speech sounded in the ears of Mc-
Allister.
Ah I you call the white cloud on the mountain-
top a nightcap?- good, very good," cried Mr.
Sudberry, rubbing his hands. "What a charming
place this is, a paradisaical place, so to speak. The
dogs won't bite, will they?" said he, patting the
alarmed Jacky on the head.
"No fear o' the dogs, sir," returned McAllister;
"they're like lambs. It's just their way. Ye'll
be for a row on the loch the day, no doot." The
Highlander addressed this remark to George and
Fred.







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What!" exclaimed the former, "is there a boat
that we can have the use of?"
"'Deed is there, a good safe boat too, that can
hold the whole of ye. I'll show you where the
oars lie after breakfast."
"Capital," cried Mr. Sudberry, rubbing his
hands.
Charming," exclaimed Lucy, with sparkling
eyes.
Master Jacky expressed his glee with a charac-
teristic cheer or yell, that at once set fire to the
easily inflamed spirits of the dogs, causing them to
resume their excited gambols and furious bark-
ing. This effectually stopped the conversation for
five minutes.
"I delight in boating," observed Fred, when
McAllister had quelled the disturbance.
"So do I," said his father; "but fishing is the
thing for me. There's nothing like fishing. You
have fine trout in the lake, I believe ?"
"Ay, an' salmon too," answered McAllister.
"So I've heard, so I've heard," said Mr. Sud.
berry, with a glow of excitement and pleasure on
his round visage. "We must get our rods and
tackle unpacked at once, George. You are a great
fisher, no doubt, Mr. McAllister ?'








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Well, not just that, but I dj manage to fill a
basket now and then, an' whiles to land a g'ilse."
"A gilse cried George in surprise, "what is
that ?"
"It is a small salmon "-
"Oh! you mean a grilse," interposed Mr. Sud.
berry.
"Yes, I mean that, an' I said that," returned Mc-
Allister, slowly and with emphasis. "Scienteefic
men are not agreed whether the g'ilse is a small
salmon or not; I'm of opeenion that it is. But
whether or not, it's a famous fish on the table, and
lively enough on the line to delight the heart of
every true disciple of Isaac Walton."
"What, you have read that charming book?"
exclaimed Mr. Sudberry, looking at the rugged
Highlander in some surprise.
"Yes," replied the other, in the grave quiet
manner that was peculiar to him; I took to it one
winter as a sort o' recreation, after reading' through
' Paley's Evidences.'"
What!" cried Mr. Sudberry, "whose Evidences
did you say ?"
Paley's; ye've heard o' him, dootless."
"Why, yes," replied Mr. Sudberry, "I have








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heard of him, but I-I must confess that I have
not read him."
At this point, Jacky's eye fell on a shaggy little
cow which had strayed near to the party, and stood
regarding him with a stern inquisitive glance. Re-
membering the fright he had received so recently
from a similar creature, he uttered a tremendous
roar, and again sought refuge in his father's knees.
The discussion on Paley was thus cut short; for
the dogs-whose chief delight was to bark, though
not to bite, as has been libellously asserted of all
dogs by Dr. Watts -sprang to their feet, divided
their forces, and, while two of the oldest kept frisk-
ing round and leaping upon the party in a pro.
miscuous manner, as if to assure them of protec-
tion in the event of danger, the remainder ran
open-mouthed and howling at the cow. That curly-
headed, long-horned creature received them at first
with a defiant look and an elevated tail, but ulti-
mately took to her heels, to the immense delight
of Jacky, whose soul was imbued with a deep and
altogether unutterable horror of cattle, especially
black cows.
The service which the dogs rendered to him on
this occasion induced the boy to make advances of







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a friendly nature, which were met more than half-
way, and the result was the establishment of a
good understanding between the Sudberrys and
the collie dogs, which ultimately ripened into a
lasting friendship, insomuch that when the family
quitted the place, Lucy carried away with her a
lock of Lively's hair, cut from the pendent tip of
her right ear.
Presently Mr. Shdberry pulled out his watch,
and, exclaiming that it was breakfast-time, trotted
down the hill, followed by his family and escorted
by the dogs.
We will pause here to describe Mr. Sudberry's
family briefly.
George was the merchant's eldest son. He was
bold, stout, active, middle-sized, and seventeen
years of age; full of energy and life, a crack rower,
a first-rate cricketer, and generally a clever fellow.
George was always jolly.
Fred was about the same height as his brother,
two years younger, slender in form, and gentle in
disposition, but active, too, when occasion required
it. His forte was drawing and painting. Fred
was generally quiet and grave. Both brothers
were musical.








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Lucy had reached the interesting age of sixteen
She was plain, decidedly, but sweet-tempered ir
the extreme. Her mouth was good, and her eyes
were good, and her color was good, but her nose
was a snub,-an undeniable and incurable snub.
Her mother had tried to amend it from the earliest
hours of Lucy's existence by pulling the point
gently downwards and pinching up the bridge,-
or, rather, the hollow where the bridge ought to
have been, -but all in vain; the infant turned up
its eyes when the operation was going on, and still
turned up its nose when it was over. Yes, al-
though there were many of the elements of beauty
about Lucy, she was plain-but sweet; always
bear that in mind. She was funny too. Not that
she made fun of her own free will; but she appre-
ciated fun in others so intensely that she looked
funny herself, and she giggled. This was her only
fault, she giggled. When the spirit of fun was
roused, nothing could stop her. But don't suppose
that she was always giggling; by no means. She
was always good and amiable, often grave, and
sometimes deeply serious.
Matilda, commonly called Tilly, was a meek, deli-
cate, pretty little girl of eight years old. She was








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charmingly innocent and ignorant. In the last
respect she resembled her mother, who was the
only other stupid member of Mr. Sudberry's family.
Being deeply impressed with the fact of her igno.
rance and stupidity, Mrs. Sudbcrry went on the
tack of boldly admitting the same, and holding, or
affecting to hold, ability and general acquirements
in contempt.
Mrs. Brown was a female dragon, nurse to Master
Jacky and Miss Tilly; she tormented the former,
whom she disliked, and spoiled the latter, whom
she loved.
Hobbs was the man-servant of the family. He
was characterized chiefly by a tendency to drop
his h's in conversation, out of words to which they
naturally belonged, and to pick them up and insert
them in the most contradictory manner in words
with which they had no connection whatever. He
was also marked by the strong regard and esteem
which he had for his master and family; the stronger
regard and esteem which he had for himself, and
the easy, good-humored way in which he regarded
the remainder of the world at large as an inferior
order of beings.
As for Peter, he has already been described as







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the timid clerk of humble origin, whose chief duties,
while in London, were to wipe up ink and clear
away debris. He had been taken with the family
to act the part of a page in buttons without the
buttons-and to make himself generally useful.
Hitherto the page's bosom had, since leaving Lon-
don, been a chamber of indescribable terrors.
Truly, if, as is said, the anticipation of death be
worse than the reality, poor Peter must have suf-
fered a prolonged and continuous death during the
last few days. Never having been on a railway
before, the first shriek of the whistle pierced him
like a knife, the shock of starting rent him figurea.
tively) like a thunderbolt. Thereafter, every pass-
ing train was an excruciating arrow in his quiver-
ing heart, every tunnel was a plunge into the
horrible anticipation that here it was coming at
last But Peter's trials were now, for a time, he
fondly hoped, at an end. Poor boy I he little knew
what was in store for him.








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CHAPTER IV.

FIRST COMERS SERVED FIRST, ETC.

WHEN Mr. Sudberry reached the breakfast par-
lor, and put his head in at the door to see whether
his faithful wife- were there, he was struck abso-
lutely dumb by the amazing tableau vivant that
met his vision.
There was nothing in the aspect of the room
itself to surprise him. It was homely and neat.
The table was spread with a clean white cloth, on
which the breakfast equipage was displayed with
a degree of care and precision that betrayed the
master-hand of Hobbs; but on the edge of the
table sat a large black cat, calmly breakfasting off
a pat of delicious fresh butter. Beside the table,
with its fore-legs thereon and its hind-legs on the
floor, stood a large nanny-goat, which was either
looking in vain for something suited to its own
particular taste, or admiring with disinterested
complacency the energy with which two hens
and a bantam cock pecked out the crumb of a








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wheaten loaf. If the.latter were the goat's occur
pation, it must have been charmed beyond ex.
pression; for the half of the loaf had been de-
voured by the audacious trio, and, just at the
moment of Mr. Sudberry's appearance, the ban-
tam's body was buried over the shoulders, and
nothing of it was visible to the horrified master of
the house save its tail, appearing over the edge
of the loaf.
"She-ee-w !" roared Mr. Sudberry, rushing
into the room and-whirling his arms like the sails
of a windmill. The cat vanished through the win-
dow like a black vision galvanized and made aw-
fully real. The poultry, thrown into convulsions
of terror, flew screaming round the room in blind
haste, searching for a door or window of escape;
while the goat, true to its nature, ran at the ene-
my on its hind-legs, and, with its head down,
attempted to punch him on the stomach. By an
active leap to one side, the enemy escaped this
charge; but the goat, nothing daunted, turned to
renew the attack; next moment George, Fred, and
Hobbs, rushing into the room, diverted its atten-
tion. Intimidated by overwhelming numbers, the
animal darted through the doorway, along the pa-












[i


"He was struck absolutely dumb by the amazing 'tableau vivant'
that met his vision."







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sage and out at the front door, where it met Peter
unexpectedly, and wreaked its disappointed ven-
geance on him by planting on his chest the punch
which had been intended for his master. By this
means that timid and hapless youth was laid flat
on the green grass.
Is Jacky safe ?" cried Mrs. Sudberry, running
into the room with terror on her countenance, and
falling 'down on the sofa in a semi-swoon on being
informed that he was. She was followed by Lucy
and Tilly, with scent-bottles, and by nurse, who
exhibited a tendency to go off into hysterics; but
who, in consequence of a look from her master,
postponed that luxury to a more convenient season.
Thus the expatriated" family assembled to
morning prayers, and to partake of their first
Highland breakfast.
Of course that day, being their first, was spent
in an excited'and rambling endeavor to master the
localities and ascertain the most interesting points
about their new home.
Mrs. S. and her daughters examined the interior
accommodation of the White House minutely, and,
with the assistance of Mrs. Brown, Hobbs, and the
page, disposed their goods and chattels to the best








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advantage; while her husband and sons went out
to introduce themselves to the farmer and his
family. They lived in a small cottage, or off-shoot,
at the back of the principal dwelling, in close
proximity to which were the byre, stable, and
barns.
It would occupy too much space to relate in de-
tail all the things and sights that called forth the
delight and surprise of the excitable Mr. Sudberry.
How he found to his amazement that the byre was
under the same roof with the farmer's kitchen, and
only separated therefrom by a wooden partition
with a door in it. How he was assailed by the
nine collie dogs the moment he entered the kitch.
en, with threats of being torn to pieces, yet was
suffered to pass unscathed. How he and his sons
were introduced by Mr. McAllister to his mother,
a grave, mild old woman, who puzzled them be-
yond measure; because, although clad in homely
and unfashionable garments, and dwelling in a hut
little better than the habitation of the cattle, ex-
cept in point of cleanliness, she conversed and
conducted herself towards them with a degree
of unaffected ease and urbanity that might have
graced any lady in the land. How this old lady








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astonished them with the amount of general knowl-
edge that leaked out in the course of a few
minutes' talk. How she introduced the dogs by
name, one- by one, to Jacky, which delighted him
immensely; ird how, soon alter that, Jacky at-
tempted to explore out-of-the-way corners of the
farm-yard, and stepped suddenly up to the knees
in a mud-hole, out of which he emerged with a
pair of tight-fitting Wellington boots, which filled
him with ecstasy and his father with disgust.
All this and a great deal more might be dilated
on largely; but we are compelled to dismiss it
summarily, without further remark.
In the course of that day Mr. Sudberry and his
boys learned a great deal about their new home
from McAllister, whom they found intelligent,
shrewd, and well-informed on any topic they chose
to broach; even although he was, as Mr. Sudberry
said in surprise, quite a common man, who wore
corduroy and wrought in his fields like a mere
laborer." After dinner they all walked out to-
gether, and had a row on the lake under his guid-
ance; and in the evening they unexpectedly met
Mr. Hector Macdonald, who was proprietor of the
estate on which the White House stood, and who








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dwelt in another white house of much larger size
at th3 head of the loch, distant about two miles.
Mrs. Sudberry had expected to find this Highland
gentleman a very poor and proud sort of man, with
a rough aspect, a superabundance of red hair, and,
possibly, a kilt. Judge, then, her surprise when
she found him to be a young gentleman of refined
mind, prepossessing manners, elegant though stur-
dy appearance, and clad in gray tweed shooting-
coat, vest, and trousers, the cut of which could not
have been excelled by her own George's tailor,
and George was particular in respect to cut.
Mr. Macdonald, who carried a fishing-rod, intro-
duced himself, and accompanied his new friends
part of the way home; and then, saying that he
was about to take a cast in the river before sunset,
offered to show the gentlemen the best pools. "The
gentlemen" leaped at the offer more eagerly than
ever trout leaped at an artificial fly; for they were
profoundly ignorant of the gentle art, except as it
is practised on the Thames, seated on a chair in a
punt, and with bait and float.
Hector Macdonald not only showed his friends
where to fish, but how to fish; and the whole thing
appeared so easy as practised and explained by








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him, that father and sons turned their steps home-
ward about dusk, convinced that they could do
it" easily, and anticipating triumph on the mor-
row.
On the way home, after parting from Hector,
they passed a solitary hut of the rudest descrip-
tion, which might have escaped observation had
not a bright stream of light issued from the low
doorway and crossed their path.
"I would like to peep into this cottage, father,"
said Fred, who cherished strong sympathies with
poor people.
Come then," cried Mr. Sudberry, "let us ex-
plore."
Jacky, who was with them, felt timid and ob-
jected; but being told that he might hang about
outside, he gave in.
They had to bend low on entering the hovel,
which was mean and uncomfortable in appearance.
The walls were built of unhewn stones, gathered
from the bed of the river hard by; and the inter.
stices were filled up with mud and straw. Noth-
ing graced these walls in the shape of ornament;
but a few mugs and tin pots and several culinary
implements hung from rusty nails and wooden pegs.







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The flcor was of hard mud. There was no ceiling,
and the rafters were stained black by the smoke of
the peat fire which burned in the middle of the
floor, and the only chimney for which was a small
hole in the roof. A stool, a broken chair, and a
crooked table, constituted the entire furniture of
the miserable place; unless we may include a heap
of straw and rags in a corner, which served for a
bed.
Seated on the stool, and bending over the fire,
was an old woman, so wild and shrivelled in her
appearance that a much less- superstitious urchin
than Jacky might have believed her to be a witch.
Her clothing may be described as a bundle of
rags, with the exception of a shepherd's plaid on
her shoulders, the spotless purity of which con-
trasted strangely with the dirtiness of every thing
else around. The old creature was moaning and
moping over the fire, and drawing the plaid close
round her as if she were cold, although the
weather was extremely warm. At first she took
no notice whatever of the entrance of her visit-
ors, but kept muttering to herself in the Gaelic
tongue.
"A fine evening, my good woman," said Fred,
laying his hand gently on her shoulder.








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Hoo do ye know I'm good?" she cried, turn-
ing her gleaming eyes sharply on her questioner.
"Don't be angry, granny," put in Mr. Sudberry,
in a conciliatory tone.
The effect of this remark on the old woman
was the reverse of what had been expected.
Granny granny !" she shrieked fiercely, hold-
ing up her skinny right arm and shaking her fist
at Mr. Sudberry, "who dares to ca' me granny ?"
My dear woman, I meant no offence," said the
latter,' much distressed at having unwittingly
roused the anger of this strange creature, who
continued to glare furiously at the trio.
Jacky kept well in the background, and con-
tented himself with peeping round the door-post.
"No offence! no offence I an' you dare to ca' me
granny Go! go! go!"
As she uttered these three words with increas-
ing vehemence, the last syllable was delivered in a
piercing scream. Rising suddenly from her stool,
she pointed to the door with an air of command
that would have well become the queer of the
witches.
Not wishing to agitate the poor woman, whom
he now regarded as a lunatic, Mr. Sudberry turned







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to g); but a wonderful change in the expression
of her face arrested him. Her eye had fallen on
the round visage of Jacky, and a beaming smile
now lighted up and beautified the countenance
which had so recently been distorted with pas-
sion. Uttering some unintelligible phrase in Gae-
lic, she held out her skinny arms towards the
child, as if entreating him to come to her.
Strange to say, Jacky did not run away or
scream with fright as she approached him and
took him in her arms. Whether it was that he
was too much petrified with horror to offer any
resistance, or that he understood the smile of affec-
tion and reciprocated it, we cannot tell; but cer-
tain it is that Jacky suffered her to place him on
her knee, stroke his hair, and press him to her old
breast, as unresistingly and silently as if she had
been his own mother, instead of a mad old woman.
Fred availed himself of this improved state of
things to again attempt to open an amicable con-
versation; but the old woman appeared to have
turned stone deaf, for she would neither look at
nor reply to him. Her whole attention was de-
voted to Jacky, into whose wondering ears she
poured a stream of Gaelic, without either waiting
for or apparently expecting a reply.








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Suddenly, without a word of warning, she
pushed Jacky away from her. and began to
wring her hands and moan as she bent over the
fire. Mr. Sudberry seized the opportunity to de.
camp. He led Jacky quietly out of the hut, and
made for the White House at as rapid a pace as
the darkness of the night would allow. As they
walked home, father and sons felt as if they had
recently held familiar converse with a ghost or an
evil spirit.
But that feeling passed away when they were
all seated at tea in the snug parlor, relating and
listening to the adventure; and Jacky swelled to
double his size, figuratively, on finding himself in-
vested with sudden and.singular importance as the
darling of an "old witch." Soon, however, mat-
ters of greater interest claimed the attention of
Mr. Sudberry and his sons; for their bosoms were
inflamed with a desire to emulate the dexterous
Hector Macdonald.
Rods and tackle were overhauled, and every
preparation made for a serious expedition on he
morrow. That night Mr. Sudberry dreamed of
fishing.








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CHAPTER V.

SOME ACCOUNT OF A GREAT FISHING EXPEDITION.

THERE was an old barometer of the banjo type
in the parlor of the White House, which, whatever
might have been its character for veracity in
former days, had now become such an inveterate
story-teller, that it was pretty safe to accept as
true exactly the reverse of what it indicated.
One evening Mr. Sudberry kept tapping that
antique and musical-looking instrument, with a
view to get it to speak out its mind freely. The
worthy man's efforts were not in vain, for the
instrument, whether out of spite or not, we cannot
say, indicated plainly much rain."
Now, it must be known that Mr. Sudberry knew
as much about trout and salmon fishing as that cel.
ebrated though solitary individual, "the man in
the moon." Believing that bright, dry, sunny
weather was favorable to this sport, his heart
failed him when the barometer became so pro.
phetically depressed, and he moved about the par







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lor with quick, uneasy steps, to the distress of his
good wife, whose work-box he twice swept off
the table with his coat-tails, and to the dismay of
George, whose tackle, being spread out for exam-
ination, was, to a large extent, caught up and hope-
lessly affixed to the same unruly tails.
Supper and repose finally quieted Mr. Sudber-
ry's anxious temperament; and when he awoke on
the following morning, the sun was shining in un-
clouded splendor through his window. Awaking
with a start, he bounced out of bed, and, opening
his window, shouted with delight that it was a glo-
rious fishing-day.
The shout was addressed to the world at large,
but it was responded to only by Hobbs.
"Yes, sir, it is a hexquisite day," said that wor-
thy; "what a day for the Thames, sir! It does
my 'art good, sir, to think of that there river."
Hobbs, who was standing below his master's
window, with his coat off, and his hands in his
waistcoat-pockets, meant this as a happy and del-
icate allusion to things and times of the past.
Ah Hobbs," said Mr. Sudberry, "you don't
know what fishing in the Highlands is, yet; but
you shall see. Are the rods ready ?"
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"Yes, sir."
And the baskets and books ?"
Yes, sir."
And, ah II forgot the flasks and sandwiches
- are they ready, and the worms?"
Yes, sir; Miss Lncy's a making' of the san'wiches
in the kitchen at this moment, and Maclister's a
diggin' of the worms.
Mr. Sudberry shut his window, and George,
hearing the noise, leaped out of bed with the vio-
lence that is peculiar to vigorous youth. Fred
yawned.
"What a magnificent day!" said George, rub-
bing his hands, and slapping himself preparatory
to ablutions; I will shoot."
"Will you-a-ow? yawned Fred: "I shall sketch.
I mean to begin with the old woman's hut."
"What I do you mean to have your nose plucked
off and your eyes torn out at the beginning of our
holiday?"
Not if I can help it, George; but I mean to run
the risk-I mean to cultivate that old woman."
"Hallo! hi l" shouted their father from below,
while he tapped at the window with the end of a
fishing-lod. "Look alive there, boys, else we'll
have breakfast without you."








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Ay, ly, father!" Fred was up in a moment.
About two hours later, father and sons sallied out
for a day's sport, George with a fowling-piece, Fred
with a sketch-book, and Mr. Sudberry with a fishing-
rod, the varnish and brass-work on which, being
perfectly new, glistened in the sun.
"We part here, father," said George, as they
reached a rude bridge that spanned the river about
half a mile distant from the White House. I mean
to clamber up the sides of the Ben, and explore the
gorges. They say that ptarmigan and mountain
hares are to be found there."
The youth's eye sparkled with enthusiasm; for,
having been born and bred in the heart of London,
the idea of roaming alone among wild rocky glens
up among the hills, far from the abodes of men,
made him fancy himself little short of a second
Crusoe. He was also elated at the thought of firing
at real wild birds and animals-his experiences
with the gun having hitherto been confined to the
unromantic practice of a shooting-gallery in Regent
Street.
"Success to you, George," cried Mr. Sudberry,
waving his hand to his son, as the latter was about
to enter a ravine.








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The same to you, father," cried George, as ho
waved his cap in return, and disappeared.
Five miLutes' walk brought them to the hut of
the poor old woman, whose name they had learned
was Moggy.
This, then, is my goal," said Fred, smiling. I
hope to scratch in the outline of the interior before
you catch your first trout."
"Take care the old woman doesn't scratch out
your eyes, Fred," said the father, laughing. Din-
ner at five -sharp, remember."
Fred entered the hovel, and Mr. Sudberry, walk.
ing briskly along the road for a quarter of a mile,
diverged into a foot-path which conducted him
to the banks of the river, and to the margin of a
magnificent pool where he hoped to catch his first
trout.
And now, at last, had arrived that hour to which
Mr. Sudberry had long looked forward with the
most ardent anticipation. To stand alone on a
lovely summer's day, rod in hand, on the banks of
a Highland stream, had been the ambition of the
worthy merchant ever since he was a boy. Fate
had decreed that this ambition should not be grati-
fied until his head was bald; bu he did not rejoice







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the less on this account. His limbs were stout and
still active, and his enthusiasm was as strong as it
was in boyhood. No one knew the powerful spirit
of angling which dwelt in Mr. Sudberry's breast.
His wife did not, his sons did not. He was not
fully aware of it himself until opportunity revealed
it in the most surprising manner. He had, indeed,
known a little of the angler's feelings in the days
of his youth, but he had a soul above punts, and
chairs, and floats, and such trifles; although, like
all great men, he did not despise little things.
Many a day had he sat on old Father Thames, star-
ing, with eager expectation, at a gaudy float, as if
all his earthly hopes were dependent on its motions;
and many a struggling fish had he whipped out of
the muddy waters with a shout of joy. But he
thought of those days, now, with the feelings of an
old soldier who, returning from the wars to his
parents' abode, beholds the drum and pop-gun of
his childhood. He recalled the pleasures of the
punt with patronizing kindliness, and gazed majesti-
cally on crag, and glen, and bright, glancing stream,
while he pressed his foot upon the purple heath,
and put up his fishing-rod I
Mr. Sudberry was in his element now. The deep








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flush on his gladsome countenance indicated the
turmoil of combined romance and delight which
raged within his heaving chest, and which he with
difficulty prevented from breaking forth into an
idiotic cheer. He was alone, as we have said. He
was purposely so. He felt that, as yet, no member
of his family could possibly sympathize with his
feelings. It was better that they should not wit-
ness emotions which they could not thoroughly
understand. Moreover, he wished to surprise
them with the result of his prowess in regard to
which his belief was unlimited. He felt, besides,
that it was better there should be no witness to
the trifling failures which might be expected to
occur in the first essay of one wholly unacquainted
with the art of angling as practised in these remote
glens.
The pool beside which Mr. Sudberry stood was
one which Hector Macdonald had pointed out as
being one of the best in the river. It lay at the
tail of a rapid, had an eddy in it, and a rippling,
oily surface. The banks were in places free from
underwood, and only a few small trees grew near
them. The shadow of the mountain, which reared
its rugged crest close to it, usually darkened the








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surface, but at the time we write of a glowing sun
poured its rays into the deepest recesses of the
pool--a fact which filled Mr. Sudberry, in his ig.
norance, with delight; but which, had he known
better, would have overwhelmed him with dismay.
In the present instance it happened that "igno-
rance was bliss," for as every fish in the pool was
watching the angler with grave upturned eyes
while he put up his rod, and would as soon have at-
tempted to swallow Mr. Sudberry's hat as leap at
his artificial flies, it was well that he was not aware
of the fact, otherwise his joy of heart would have
been turned into sorrow sooner than there was any
occasion for.
Musing on piscatorial scenes past, present, and
to come, Mr. Sudberry passed the line through the
rings of his rod with trembling and excited fingers.
While thus engaged, he observed a break on the
surface of the pool, and a fish caused a number of
rings to form on the water; those floated toward
him as if to invite him on. Mr. Sudberry was red-
hot now with hope and expectation. It was an
enormous trout that had risen. Most trouts that
are seen, but not caught, are enormous I
There is no pleasure without its alloy. It could








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not be expected that the course of true sport, any
more than that of true love, should run smooth.
Mr. Sudberry's ruddy face suddenly turned pale
when he discovered that he had forgotten his fish-
ing book Each pocket in his coat was slapped
and plunged into with vehement haste, while drops
of cold perspiration stood on his forehead. It was
hot to be found. Suddenly he recollected the bas-
ket at his back: wrenching it open, he found the
book there, and joy again suffused his visage.
Selecting his best line and hooks--as pointed
out to him by Hector Mr. Sudberry let out a few
yards of line, and prepared for action. Remember-
ing the advice and example of his friend, he made
his first cast.
Ha I not so bad. The line fell rather closer to
the bank on which he stood than was consistent
with the vigor of the cast; but never mind, the
next would be better I The next was better. The
line went out to its full extent, and came down on
the water with such a splash that no trout in its
senses would have looked at the place for an hour
afterwards. But Mr. Sudberry was ignorant of
this, so he went on hopefully.
As yet the line was short, so he let out half a








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dozen yards boldly, and allowed the stream to draw
it straight. Then, making a violent effort, he suc-
ceeded in causing it to descend in a series of cir-
cles close to his feet 1 This, besides being unex-
pected, was embarrassing. Determined to succeed,
he made another cast, and caught the top branch
of a small tree, the existence of which he had for-
gotten. There the hooks remained fixed.
A deep sigh broke from the excited man, as he
gazed ruefully up at the tree. Under a sudden
and violent impulse, he tried to pull the tackle for-
cibly away. This would not do. He tried again
till the rod bent almost double, and he was filled
with amazement to find that the casting-line, though
no thicker than a thread, could stand such a pull.
Still the hooks held on. Laying down. his rod, he
wiped his forehead and sighed again.
But Mr. Sudberry was not a man to be easily
thwarted. Recalling the days of his boyhood, he
cast off his coat and nimbly shinned up the trunk
of the tree. In a few minutes he reached the top
branch and seized it. At that moment the bough
on which he stood gave way, and he fell to the
ground with a terrible crash, bringing the top
branch with him I Gathering himself up, he care-








58 Freaks on the Fells; or,

fully manipulated his neck, to ascertain whether or
not it was broken. He found that it was not; but
the line was, so he sat down quietly on the bank
and replaced it with a new one.
Before Mr. Sudberry left that spot on the bank
beside the dark pool, he had caught the tree four
times and his hat twice, but he had caught no
trout. "They're not taking to-day, that's it," he
muttered sadly to himself; "but come, cheer up,
old fellow, and try a new fly."
Thus encouraged, by himself, Mr. Sudberry
selected a large blue fly with a black head, red
wings, and a long yellow tail. It was a gorgeous,
and he thought a tempting creature; but the trout
were evidently not of the same opinion. For sev-
eral hours, the unfortunate piscator flogged the
water in vain. He became very hot during this
prolonged exertion, stumbled into several holes,
and wetted both legs up to the knees, had his
cap brushed off more than once by overhanging
branches, and entangled his line grievously while
in the act of picking it up, bruised his shins several
times, and in short got so much knocked about,
battered, and worried, that he began to feel in a
state of a ental and physical dishevelment.








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Still his countenance did not betray much of his
feelings. He found fishing more difficult in all re
aspects than he had expected; but what then? Was
he going to give way to disgust at the first disap
pointment? Certainly not. Was he going to fail
in perseverance now, after having established a rep-
utation for that quality during a long commercial
life in the capital of England? Decidedly not. Was
that energy, that vigor, that fervor of character for
which he was noted, to fail him here -here, in an
uncivilized country, where it was so much re-
quired-after having been the means of raising
him from a humble station to one of affluence;
after having enabled him to crush through all diffi-
culties, small or great, as well as having caused
him to sweep hecatombs of crockery to destruction
with his coat tails ? Indubitably not I
Glowing with such thoughts, the dauntless man
tightened his cap on his brow, pressed his lips to-
gether with a firm smile, frowned good-humoredly
at fate and the water, and continued his unflagging,
though not unflogging, way.
So, the hot sun beat down upon him until even-
ing drew on apace, and then the midges came
out. The torments which Mr. Sudberry endured








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after this were positively awful, and the struggles
that he made, in the bravery of his cheerful heart,
to bear up against them, were worthy of a hero of
romance. His sufferings were all the more terrible
and exasperating, that at first they came in the
shape of an effect without a cause. The skin of
his face and hands began to inflame and to itch
beyond endurance to his great surprise; for the
midges were so exceedingly small and light, that,
being deeply intent on his line, he did not observe
them. He had heard of midges, no doubt; but
never having seen them, and being altogether en-
grossed in his occupation, he never thought of
them for a moment. He only became aware of
ever-increasing uneasiness, and exhibited a ten-
dency to rub the backs of his hands violently on
his trousers, and to polish his countenance with his
cuffs.
It must be the effect of exposure to the sun, he
thought-yes, that was it; of course, that would
go off soon, and he would become case-hardened,
a regular mountaineer Ha! was that a trout?
Yes, that must have been one at last; to be sure,
there were several stones and eddies near the spot
where it rose, but he knew the difference between








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the curl of an eddy now and the splash of a trout,
he would throw over the exact spot, which was
just a foot or two above a moss-covered stone that
peeped out of the water. He did so, and caught
it--the stone, not the trout-and the hooks re-
mained fixed in the slimy green moss.
Mr. Sudberry scratched his head and felt inclined
to stamp. He even experienced a wild desire to
cast his rod violently into the river, and walk home
with his hands in his pockets; but he restrained
himself. Pulling on the line somewhat recklessly,
the hook came away, to his immense delight, trail-
ing a long thread of the green moss along with it.
Mr. Sudberry now took to holding a muttered
conversation with himself- a practice which was
by no means new to him, and in the course of which
he was wont to address himself in curiously disre-
spectful terms. Come, come, John, my boy, don't
be cast down! Never say die! Hope, ay, hope
told a flatter- Hallo I was that a rise ? No, it
must have been another of these- what can be
the matter with your skin to-day, John? I don't
believe it's the sun, after all. The sun never drove
any one frantic. Never mind; cheer up, old cock
That seems a very likely hole a beautiful -- be.








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au-ti- steady I That was a good cast-- the best
you've made to-day, my buck; try it again--hal
s s caught again, as I'm a Dutchman. This
is too bad. Really, you know -well, you've come
off easier than might have been expected. Now
then, softly. What can be the matter with your
face?- surely- it cannot be" (Mr. Sudberry's
heart palpitated as he thought) the measles I Oh!
impossible, pooh I pooh! you had the measles when
you were a baby, of course d'ye know, John,
you're not quite sure of that. Fevers, too, occa-
sionally come on with extreme dear me, how hot
it is, and what a time you have been fishing, you
stupid fellow, without a rise It must be getting
late."
Mr. Sudberry stopped with a startled look as he
said this. He glanced at the sun, pulled out his
watch, gazed at it with unutterable surprise, put it
to his ear, and groaned.
"Too late! half-past five; dinner at five -
punctually I Oh I Mary, Mary, won't I catch it
to-night! "
A cloud passed over the sun as he spoke. Being
very susceptible to outward influences, the gloom
of the shadow descended on his spirits as well as








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his person, and for the first time that day a look
of deep dejection overspread his countenance.
Suddenly there was a violent twitch at the end
of the rod, the reel spun round with a sharp
whirr-r, and every nerve in Mr. Sudberry's system
received an electric shock as he bent forward,
straddled his legs, and made a desperate effort to
fling the trout over his head.
The slender rod would not, however, permit of
such treatment. It bent double, and the excited
piscator was fain to wind up--an operation which
he performed so hastily that the line became en-
tangled with the winch of the reel, which brought
it to a dead lock. With a gasp of anxiety he flung
down the rod, and seizing the line with his hands,
hauled out a beautiful yellow trout of about a
quarter of a pound in weight, and five or six inches
long.
To describe the joy of Mr. Sudberry at this
piece of good fortune were next to impossible.
Sitting down on his fishing-basket, with the trou*
full in view, he drew forth a small flask of sherry,
a slice of bread, and a lump of cheese, and pro-
ceeded then and there to regale himself. He cared
nothing new for the loss of his dinner; no thought








64 Freaks on the Fells; or,

gave he to the anticipated scold from neglected
Mrs. Judberry. He gave full scope to his joy at
the watching of this, his first trout. He looked up
at the cloud that obscured the sun, and forgave it,
little' thinking, innocent man, that the said cloud
had done him a good turn that day. He smiled
benimnantly on water, earth, and sky. He rubbed
his ;hce, and when he did so he thought of the
measles and laughed-laughed heartily, for by
that time he had discovered the true cause of his
misery; and although we cannot venture to say
that he forgave the midges, sure we are that he
was greatly mollified towards them.
Does any ignorant or cynical reader deem such
an extravagance of delight inconsistent with so
trifling an occasion ? Let him ponder before he
ventures to exclaim "Ridiculous !" Let him look
round upon this busy, whirling, incomprehensible
world, and note how its laughing and weeping mul-
titudes are ofttimes tickled to uproarious merri-
ment, or whelmed in gloomy woe, by the veriest
trifles, and then let him try to look with sympathy
on Mr. Sudberry and his first trout.
Having cai efully deposited the fish in his basket,
he once more resumed his rod and his expectations.







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But if the petty annoyances that beset our friend
in the fore part ol that day may be styled harass-
ing, those with which he was overwhelmed towards
evening may be called exasperating. First of all
he broke the top of his rod, a misfortune which
broke his heart entirely. But recollecting sudden-
ly that he had three spare top-pieces in the butt,
his heart was cemented and bound up, so to speak,
in a rough and ready manner. Next, he stepped
into a hole, which turned out to be three feet deep,
so that he was instantly soaked up to the waist.
Being extremely hot, besides having grown quite
reckless, Mr. Sudberry did not mind this; it was
pleasantly cooling. He was cheered, too, at the
moment, by the re-appearance of the sun, which
shone out as bright as ever, warming his heart,
(poor, ignorant man!) and, all unknown to him,
damaging his chance of catching any more fish at
that time.
Soon after this he came to a part of the river
where it flowed through extremely rugged rocks,
and plunged over one or two precipices, sending
up clouds of gray mist and a dull roar which over-
awed him, and depressed his spirits. This latter
effect was still further increased by the bruising
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of his shins and elbows, which resulted from the
rough nature of the ground. He became quite
expert now in banking on bushes and disentan-
gling the line, and experienced a growing belief
in the truth of the old saying that practice makes
perfect." He cast better, he thanked oftener, and
he disentangled more easily than he had done at
an earlier period of the day. The midges, too
increased as evening advanced.
Presently he came upon a picturesque portion of
the stream where the waters warbled and curled
in little easy-going rapids, miniature falls, and deep
oily pools. Being an angler by nature, though not
by practice (as yet), he felt that there must be
something there. A row of natural stepping-stones
ran out towards a splendid pool, in which he felt
assured there must be a large trout-perhaps a
grilse. His modesty forbade him to hint "a sal-
mon," even to himself.
It is a very difficult thing, as every one knows,
to step from one stone to another in a river, espe-
cially when the water flowing between runs swift
and deep. Mr. Sudberry found it so. In his effort
to approach the pool in question, which lay undei
the opposite bank, he exhibited not a few of the








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postures of the rope-dancer and the acrobat; but
he succeeded, for Mr. Sudberry was a man of in-
domitable pluck.
Standing on a small stone, carefully balanced,
and with his feet close together, he made a beauti-
ful cast. It was gracefully done; it was vigorously,
manfully done--considering the difficulty of the
position, and the voracity of the midges-and
would have been undoubtedly successful but for
the branch of a tree which grew on the opposite
bank and overhung the stream. This branch Mr.
Sudberry, in his eagerness, did not observe. In
casting, he thrust the end of his rod violently into
it; the line twirled in dire confusion round the
leaves and small boughs, and the drag hook, as if
to taunt him, hung down within a foot of his nose.
Mr. Sudberry in despair made a desperate grasp
at this and caught it. More than that -it caught
him, and sunk into his forefinger over the barb, so
that he could not get it out. The rock on which
he stood was too narrow to admit of much move-
ment, much less to permit of his resting the butt
of his rod on it, even if that had been practicable
- which it was not, owing to the line being fast to
the bough, and the reel in a state of dead-lock from








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some indescribable manceuvre to which it had pre.
viously been subjected.
There he stood, the very personification of de-
spair; but while standing there he revolved in his
mind the best method of releasing his line without
breaking it or further damaging his rod. Alas I
fortune, in this instance, did not favor the brave.
While he was looking up in rueful contemplation
of the havoc above, and then down at his pierced
and captured finger, his foot slipped and he fell with
a heavy plunge into deep water. That settled the
question. The whole of his tackle remained at-
ta',hed to the fatal bough excepting the hook in his
finger, with which, and the remains of his fishing-
rod, he floundered to the shore.
Mr. Sudberry's first act on gaining the land was
to look into his basket, where, to his great relief,
the trout was still reposing. His next was to pick
up his hat, which was sailing in an eddy fifty yards
down the stream. Then he squeezed the water out
of his garments, took down his rod, with a heavy
sigh strangely mingled with a triumphant smile, and
turned his steps home just as the sun began to dip
behind the peaks of the distant hills.
To his surprise and relief, Mrs. Sudberry did not























































"The rock on which he stood was too narrow to admit of much
movement."









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cold when, about an hour later, he entered the hall
or porch of the White House with the deprecatory
air of a dog that knows he has been misbehaving,
and with the general aspect of a drowned rat. His
wife had been terribly anxious about his non-arrival,
and the joy she felt on seeing him safe and well in-
duced her to forget the scold.
"Oh! John dear, quick, get off your clothes," was
her first exclamation.
As for Jacky, he uttered a cheer of delight and
amazement at beholding his father in such a woful
plight; and he spent the remainder of the evening
in a state of impish triumph; for, had not his own
father come home in the same wet and draggled
condition as that in which he himself had presented
himself to Mrs. Brown earlier in the day, and for
which he had received a sound whipping? Hoo-
ray !" and with that the amiable child went off to
inform his worthy nurse that "papa was as bad a
boy as himself--badder, in fact; for he (Jacky)
had only been in the water up to the waist, while
papa had gone into it head and heels I"








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CHAPTER VI.

THE PICNIC.

A VISION of beauty now breaks upon the scene I
This vision is tall, graceful; and commanding in
figure. It has long black ringlets, piercing black
eyes, a fair delicate skin, and a bewitching smile
that displays a row of- of "pearls 1" The vision
is about sixteen years of age, and answers to the
romantic name of Flora Macdonald. It is sister to
that stalwart Hector who first showed Mr. Sudber-
ry how to fish; and stately, sedate, and beautiful
does it appear, as, leaning on its brother's arm, it
ascends the hill towards the White House, where
extensive preparations are being made for a picnic.
Good-morning, Mr. Sudberry," cries Hector,
doffing his bonnet and bowing low to Lucy. Al-
low me to introduce my sister, Flora; but (glan-
cing at the preparations) I fear that my visit is
inopportune."
Mr. Sudberry rushes forward and shakes Hector
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"My dear sir, my dear madam, inopportune
impossible II am charmed. We are just going on
a picnic, that is all, and you will go with us.
Lucy, my dear, allow me to introduce you to Miss
Macdonald -
"Flora, my good sir; pray do not let us stand
upon ceremony," interposes Hector.
Lucy bows with a slight air of bashful reserve;
Flora advances and boldly offers her hand. The
blue eyes and the black meet; the former twinkle,
the latter beam, and the knot is tied; they are fast
friends for life 1
Glorious day," cries Mr. Sudberry, rubbing his
hands.
Magnificent," assents Hector. "You are fortu-
nate in the weather, for, to say truth, we have lit-
tle enough of sunshine here. Sometimes it rains
for three or four weeks, almost without cessation."
"Does it indeed?"
Mr. Sudberry's visage elongates a little for one
moment. Just then George and Fred come out of
the White House laden with hampers and fishing-
baskets full of provisions. They start, gaze in sur.
prise at the vision, and drop the provisions.
"These are my boys, Miss Macdonald Hector's








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sister, lads," cries Mr. Sudberry. You'll join us
I trust?" (to Hector.)
Hector assents "with pleasure." He is a most
amiable and accommodating man. Meanwhile
George and Fred shake hands with Flora, and
express their delight, their pleasure, &c., at this
unexpected meeting which, &c., &c." Their eyes
meet, too, as Lucy's and Flora's had met a minute
before. Whether the concussion of that meeting
is too severe, we cannot say, but the result is, that
the three pair of eyes drop to the ground, and
their owners blush. George even goes the length
of stammering something incoherent about High.
land scenery," when a diversion is created in his
favor by Jacky, who comes suddenly round the
corner of the house with a North-American-Indian
howl, and with the nine dogs tearing after him
clamorously.
Jacky tumbles over a basket, of course (a state
of disaster is his normal condition), bruises his
shins, and yells fearfully, to the dismay of his
mother, who runs shrieking to the window in her
dressing-gown, meets the gaze of Hector and Flora
Macdonald, and retires precipitately in discomfit
ure.







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No such sensibility affects the stern bosom of
Mrs. Brown, who darts out at the front door,
catches the unhappy boy by one arm, and drags
him into the house by it as if it were a rope, the
child a homeward-bound vessel, and she a tug-
steamer of nine hundred horse-power. The sounds
that proceed from the nursery thereafter are strik-
ingly suggestive: they might be taken for loud
clapping of hands, but the shrieks which follow
forbid the idea of plaudits.
Poor Tilly, who is confused by the uproar, fol-
lows the nurse timidly, bent upon intercession, for
she loves Jacky dearly.
The nine dogs -easy-going, jovial creatures-
at once jump to the conclusion that the ham and
cold chicken have been prepared and laid out
there on the green hill-side for their special enter-
tainment. They make a prompt dash at the ham-
pers. Gentlemen and ladies alike rush to the
rescue, and the dogs are obliged to retire. They
do so with a surprised and injured look in theii
innocent eyes.
"Have you one or two raw onions and a few
cold boiled potatoes?" inquires Hector.
I'll run and see," cries George, who soon re-
turns with the desired edibles in a tin can.








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"That will do. Now I shall let you taste a
potato salad; meanwhile I will assist in carrying
the baskets down to the boat."
Hector's and Lucy's eyes meet as this is said.
There must be some unaccountable influence in
the atmosphere this morning, for the meeting of
eyes, all round, seems to produce unusual re-
sults I
"Will Mr. McAllister accompany us?" says
Mr. Sudberry.
Mr. McAllister permits a quiet smile to disturb
the gravity of his countenance, and agrees to do
so, at the same time making vague reference to
the groves of Arcadia, and the delight of dining
alfresco, specially in wet weather, observations
which surprise Mr. Sudberry, and cause Hector
and the two brothers to laugh.
Mrs. Sudberry is ready at last The gentle-
men and Hobbs load themselves, and, followed by
Jacky and the ladies, proceed to the margin of
the loch, which sheet of water Mr. Sudberry
styles a "lock," while his better half deliberately
and obstinately calls it a "lake." The party is a
large one for so small a boat, but it holds them
all easily. Besides, the day is calm and the








Three Months' Rustication.


water lies like a sheet of pure glass; it seems
almost a pity to break such a faithful mirror with
the plashing oars as they row away.
Thus, pleasantly, the picnic began I
George and Fred rowed, Hector steered, and
the ladies sang, -Mr. Sudberry assisting with a
bass. His voice, being a strong baritone, was
overwhelmingly loud in the middle notes, and
sank into a muffled ineffective rumble in the
deep tones. Having a bad ear for time, he dis-
concerted the ladies also the rowers. But
what did that matter? He was overflowing with
delight, and apologized for his awkwardness by
laughing loudly and begging the ladies to begin
again. This they always did, with immense good
humor. Mrs. Sudberry had two engrossing sub-
jects of contemplation. The one was the boat,
which, she was firmly persuaded, was on the point
of upsetting when any one moved ever so lit-
tle; the other was Jacky, who, owing to some
strange impulse natural to his impish character,
strove to stretch as much of his person beyond the
side of the boat as was possible without absolutely
throwing himself overboard.
The loch was uvpwards of three miles in length;








Freaks on the Fells; or,


before the party had gone half the distance Mr.
Sudberry senior had sung himself quite hoarse,
and Master Sudberry junior had leaped three-
quarters of his length out of the boat six times,
and in various other ways had terrified his poor
mother almost into fits, and imperilled the lives of
the party more than once.
By the way," said Fred, when his father con-
cluded a fine old boat-song with a magnificent
flourish worthy of an operatic artiste, can any
one tell me any thing about the strange old woman
that lives down in the hut near the bridge ?"
"Hal ha laughed George, "I can tell you
that she's an old witch, and a very fierce one
too."
A slight frown gathered on Flora's white fore-
head, and a flash shot from her dark eyes, as
George said this, but George saw it not. Lucy
did, however, and became observant, while George
continued, -
But methinks, Fred, that the long visit you
paid her lately must have been sadly misapplied
if you have not pumped her history out of her."
"I went to paint, n t to pump. Perhaps Mr.
Macdonald can tell me about her."








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"Not I," said Hector, lighting a cigar. "I
only know that she lost her grandson about six
years ago, and that she's been mad ever since,
poor thing."
"For shame, Hector," said Flora; "you know
that poor old Moggy is no more mad than your-
self."
"Possibly not, sweet sister, but as you often
tell me that I am mad, and as I never deny the
charge, it seems to me that you have said nothing
to vindicate the old woman's character for sanity."
Poor thing," said Flora, turning from her
brother, and speaking with warmth to Fred;
"if you knew how much that unhappy old crea-
ture has suffered, you would not be surprised to
find her somewhat cross at times. She is one of
my people, and I'm very glad to find that you take
an interest in her."
"'My people!' Flora then takes an interest in
the poor," thought the observant Lucy. Another
link was added to the chain of friendship.
"Do tell us about her, please," cried George.
"There is nothing that I love so much as a
story especially a horrible one, with two or
three dreadful murders to -,hill one's blood, and








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a deal of retributive justice to warm it up again.
I'm dying to know about old Moggy."
"Are you?" said Flora saucily. "I'm glad to
hear that, because I mean to keep you in a dying
state. I will tell the story as a dead secret to
Lucy, when I take her to see my poor people,
and you sha'n't hear it for weeks to come."
George cast up his eyes in affected despair, and
said with a groan, that he "would endeavor to
exist notwithstanding."
"Oh I I know all about old Moggy," cried Jacky
with energy.
Every one looked at the boy in surprise. In the
midst of the foregoing dialogue he had suddenly
ceased to tempt his fate, and sat down quietly
with a hand on each knee and his eyes fixed in.
tently on Flora Macdonald-to the surprise and
secret joy of his mother, who, being thus relieved
from anxiety on his account, had leisure to trans-
fer the agony of her attention to the boat.
"What do you know about her, child 7" asked
Flora.
"She's jolly," replied the boy with prompt vi-
vacity.
Most genuine testimony in her favor," laughed








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Hector, "though the word is scarcely appropriate
to one whose temper is sour."
"Why do you think her jolly, my boy?" said
Flora.
"'Cause I do. She's a old brick I"
"Jacky, darling," said Mrs. Sudberry, do try
to give up those ugly slang words-they're so
naughty that is to say- at least they are
very ugly if they're not positively naughty."
She's a jolly old brick," retorted Jacky, with a
look at his mother that was the concentrated es-
sence of defiance.
"Dear child I "
Lucy snickered and coughed somewhat violently
into her handkerchief, while Flora, repressing a
smile, said, -
"But why does Jacky like old Moggy so much ?"
"Hallo don't run us ashore," shouted Mr. Sud-
berry, starting up with a sudden impetuosity which
shook the boat and sent a pang to the heart of his
wife, the sharpness of which no words can convey.
A piercing shriek, however, betrayed the state of
her feelings as the boat was swept violently round
by George to avoid a point of rock. As they were
now drawing near to the spot where it was pro.













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posed that they should picnic, Jacky suddenly be.
came alive to the fact that in his interest about old
Moggy he had been betrayed into a forgetfulness
of his opportunities. No time was to be lost.
Turning round with a cheer, he made a desperate
plunge at the water and went much farther over
than he had intended, insomuch that he would cer-
tainly have taken a "header" into its depths, had
not McAllister grasped him by the baggy region of
his trousers and gravely lifted him into his mother's
lap. Next moment the boat's keel grated sharply
on the gravel, to the horror of Mrs. Sudberry, who,
having buried her face in the bosom of her saved
son, saw not what had occurred, and regarded the
shock as her death-warrant.
Thus agreeably the picnic continued I







Three Months' Rustication.


CHAPTER VII.

THE PICNIC CONCLUDED.

WHAT a glorious day it was, and what spirits it
put everybody in The sun shone with an inten-
sity almost torrid; the spot on which they had
landed was green and bright, like a slice out of
the realms of Fairy-land. No zephyr dared to dis-
turb the leaves or the glassy water; great clouds
hung in the bright blue sky- rotund, fat, and
heavy, like mountains of wool or butter. Every
thing in nature seemed to have gone to sleep at
noon, as if Spanish principles had suddenly im-
bued the universe.
And what a business they had, to be sure, with
the spreading of the viands and the kindling of the
fire The latter was the first duty. Hector said
he would undertake it, but after attempting to light
it with damp sticks he gave it up and assisted the
ladies to lay the cloth on the grass. Then George
and Fred got the fire to kindle, and Mr. Sudberry,
in attempting to mend it, burnt his fingers and put
6








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it out; whereupon McAllister came to his rescue
and got it to blaze in right earnest. Jacky there-
after tried to jump over it, fell into it, and was
saved from premature destruction by being plucked
out and quenched, before having received any fur-
ther damage than the singeing of his hair and eye-
lashes. He was thus rendered a little more hide.
ous and impish-like than Nature had intended him
to be.
Jacky happened to be particularly bad that day.
Not only was he more bent on mischief than usual,
but Fortune seemed to enhance the value (so to
speak) of his evil doings, by connecting them with
disasters of an unexpected nature. He tried to
leap over a small stream (in Scotland styled a
burn), and fell into it. This necessitated drying at
the fire -a slow process and disagreeable in all
circumstances, but especially so when connected
with impatience and headstrong obstinacy. Then
he put his foot on a plate of sandwiches, and was
within an ace of sitting down on a jam tart, much
to his own consternation, poor boy, for had he de-
stroyed that, the chief source of his own prospect-
ive felicity would have been dried up.
It is not to be supposed that every one regard.








Three Months' Rustication.


ed Jacky's eccentricities with the forgiving and
loving spirit of his mother. Mr. Sudberry, good
man, did not mind much; he was out for a day's
enjoyment, and having armed himself cap-d-pie
with benevolence, was invulnerable. Not so the
other members of the party, all of whom had to ex-
ercise a good deal of forbearance towards the boy.
McAllister took him on his knee and gravely be-
gan to entertain him with a story, for which kind-
ness Jacky kicked his shins and struggled to get
away; so the worthy man smiled sadly, and let
him go, remarking that Ovid himself would be
puzzled to metamorphose him into a good boy-
this in an undertone, of course.
Hector Macdonald was somewhat sanguine and
irascible in temper. He felt a tingling in his fin-
gers, and an irresistible desire to apply them to
the ears of the little boy.
"Come here, Jacky !" said he.
Flora, who understood his feelings, smiled cov-
ertly while she busied herself with cups, plates,
and pannikins. Lucy, who did not understand his
feelings, thought he must be a good-natured
fellow to speak so kindly to a child who had an-
noyed him very much." Lucy did not admit that








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she herself had been much annoyed by her little
brother's pertinacity in interrupting conversation
between her and Hector, although she might have
done so with perfect truth.
Jacky advanced with hesitation. Hector bent
down playfully and seized him by both arms, turn-
ing his back upon the party, and thus bringing
his own bulky figure between them and young
Hopeful.
"Jack, I want you to be good."
"I won't 1" promptly said, and with much firm-
ness.
Oh, yes, you will !" A stern masculine coun-
tenance within an inch of his nose, and a vigorous
little shake, somewhat disconcerted Jacky, who
exhibited a tendency to roar; but Hector closed
his strong hands on the little arms so suddenly
and so powerfully, that, being unexpectedly ago-
nized, Jacky was for a moment paralyzed. The
awful glare of a pair of bright blue eyes, and the
glistening of a double row of white teeth, did not
tend to re-assure him.
Oh, yes, you will, my little man repeat-
ed Hector, tumbling him over on his back with
a smile of ineffable sweetness, but with a little







Three Months' Rustication.


touch of violence that seemed inconsistent there-
with.
Jacky rose, gasped, and ran away, glancing over
his shoulder with a look of alarm. This little
piece of by-play was not observed by any one but
Flora, who exchanged a bright glance and a smile
with her brother.
The imp was quelled he had met his match 1
During the remainder of the picnic he disturbed
no one, but kept at the farthest possible distance
from Hector that was consistent with being one of
the party. But it is not to be supposed that his
nature was changed. No Jacky's wickedness
only sought a new channel in which to flow. He
consoled himself with thoughts (if the dire mis-
chief he would perpetrate when the dinner was
over. Meanwhile, he sat down and gloated over
the jam tart, devouring it in imagination.
"Is that water boiling yet?" cried Mr. Sud-
berry.
"Just about it. Hand me the eggs, Fred."
"Here they are," cried Flora, going towards
ti.e fire with a basket.
She looked very sweet at that moment, for the
active operations in which she had been engaged
had flushed her cheeks and brightened her eyes.








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George and Fred gazed at her in undisguised
admiration. Becoming suddenly aware of the im
politeness of the act, the former ran to relieve her
of the basket of eggs; the latter blushed, and all
but upset the kettle in an effort to improve the
condition of the fire.
Fred, you goose, leave alone, will you? roared
George, darting forward to prevent the catas-
trophe.
"This is really charming, is it not, Mr. Mac-
gregor ?" said Mrs. Sudberry, with a languid
smile.
Macdonald, madam, if I may be allowed to cor-
rect you," said Hector, with a smile and a little
bow.
Ah, to be sure 1" (with an attempt at a laugh.)
"I have such a stupid habit of misnaming people."
If Mrs. Sudberry had told the exact truth she
would have said, "I have such difficulty in remem-
bering people's names that I have made up my
mind to call people by any name that comes first
into my head rather than confess my forgetfulness."
But she did not say this; she only went on to ob-
serve that she had no idea it would have been so
charming,








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"To what do you refer?" said Hector,--" the
scenery, the weather, or the prospect of dinner?"
Oh! you shocking man, how can you talk of
food in the same breath with" -
The salt! exclaimed Lucy with a little shriek.
Was there ever a picnic at which the salt was
not forgotten, or supposed to have been forgotten?
Never I
Mr. Sudberry's cheerful countenance fell. He
had never eaten an egg without salt in his life, and
did not believe in the possibility of doing so.
Every one ransacked every thing in anxious haste.
"Here it is !" (hope revived.) No, it's only the
pepper." (Mitigated despair and ransacking con-
tinued.) Maybe it'll be in this parcel," suggested
McAllister, holding up one which had not yet been
untied. Oh I bring it to me, Mr. Macannister!"
cried Mrs. Sudberry with unwonted energy, for
her happiness was dependent on salt that day,
coupled, of course, with weather and scenery.
" Faugh I no, it's your horrid onions, Mr. MacAn-
drews."
"Why, you have forgotten the potato salad, Mr.
Macdonald," exclaimed Lucy.
"No, I have not: it can be made in five minutes,







Freaks on the Fells: or,


but not without salt. Where can the salt be? I
am certain it could not have been forgotten."
The only individual of the party who remained
calmly indifferent was Master Jacky. That charm-
ing creature, having made up his mind to feed on
jam tart, did not feel that there was any need for
salt. An attentive observer might have noticed,
however, that Jacky's look of supreme indifference
suddenly gave place to one of inexpressible glee.
He became actually red in the face with hugging
himself and endeavoring to suppress all visible
signs of emotion. His eye had unexpectedly fallen
on the paper of salt which lay on the centre of the
table-cloth, so completely exposed to view that no-
body saw it!
"Why, here it is, actually before our eyes!"
shouted George, seizing the paper and holding it
up.
A small cheer greeted its discovery. A groan
instantly followed, as George spilt the whole of it.
As it fell on the cloth, however, it was soon gath.
ered up, and then Mr. Sudberry ordered every
one to sit down on the grass in a circle round the
cloth.
What a good boy Jacky has suddenly become I"
remarked Lucy in some surprise.




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