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The Baldwin Library
â€œWHAT DOES THE BANK KEN ABOUT ME?â€ [P. 60.
THE FOUR MACNICOLS
AUTHOR OF â€œWHITE WINGSâ€™? â€˜â€œâ€˜ MACLEOD OF DAREâ€™? â€œA PRINCESS OF THULEâ€?
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THE FOUR MACNICOLS. |
Tr was on a bright and glorious morning in
July that the great chieftain, Robert of the Red
Hand, accompanied by his kinsmen and _ allies,
put to sea in his war-galley, resolved to sweep
the Spanish Main free of all his enemies, and
thereafter â€˜to hold high revel in the halls of
At least, that was how it appeared to the im-
agination of the great chieftain himself, though
the simple facts of the case were a trifle less ro-
Oe The Four MacNicols.
This Robert of the Red Hand (more familiarly
known as Rob MacNicol, or even as plain Rob)
was an active, stout-sinewed, black-eyed lad of
seventeen, whose only mark of chieftainsnip, ap-
parently, was that, unlike his brothers, he wore
shoes and stockings; these three relatives con-
stituted his allies and kinsmen; the so-called
Spanish Main was in reality an arm of the sea,
better known in the Hebrides as Loch Scrone;
and the war-galley was an old, ramshackle, bat-
tered, and betarred boat, belonging generally to
the fishing-village of Erisaig, for, indeed, the boat
was so old and so battered that nobody now
seemed to claim any special ownership of it.
These four MacNicolsâ€” Robert, Neil, Nicol,
and Duncanâ€”were, it must be admitted, an idle
and graceless set, living for the most part a
hand-to-mouth, amphibious, curlew-like kind of
life, and far more given to aimless voyages in
boats not belonging to them than inclined to
turn their hand to any honest labor.
The Four MacNicols. 11
But this must be said in their excuse, that no
boy or lad born in the village of Erisaig could
by any means whatsoever be brought to think
of becoming anything else than a fisherman. It
was impossible to induce them to apprentice
themselves to any ordinary trade.
They would wait until they were old enough
to go after the herring, like the others: that was
manâ€™s work; that was something like; that was
different from staying ashore and twiddling oneâ€™s
fingers over a pair of somebody elseâ€™s shoes, or
laboriously shaping a block of sandstone for
somebody elseâ€™s house.
This Rob MacNicol, for example: it was only
for want of a greater career that he had consti-
tuted himself a dreaded sea-rover, a stern chief-
tain, etc., etc.
His secret ambitionâ€” his great and constant
and secret ambitionâ€”went far farther than that.
It was to be of manâ€™s estate, broad-shouldered
and heavy-bearded; to wear huge black boots
12 The Four MacNicols.
up to his thighs, and a blue flannel jersey; to
have a peaked cap (not forgetting a brass button
on each side by way of smartness); and then to
come along in the afternoon, with a yellow oil-
skin tied up in a bundle, to the wharf where the
herring - fleet lay, the admiration and the envy
of all the miserable creatures condemned to stay
In the mean timeâ€”in these days of joyous
idleness, while as yet the cares and troubles
which this history will have to chronicle were
far away from him and his, simply because they
were unknownâ€”Rob MacNicol, if he could not
be a fisherman, could at least be an imaginary
chieftain, and in that capacity he gave his orders |
as one who knew how to make himself obeyed.
As soon as they had shoved the boat clear of
the smacks, the jib was promptly set; the big
lumps of stone that served for ballast were duly
shifted; the lug-sail, as black as pitch and full
of holes, was hoisted, and the halyards made
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fast; then the sheet was hauled in by Nicol
MacNicol, who had been ordered to the helm;
and finally the shaky old nondescript craft began
to creep through the blue waters of Erisaig Bay.
It was a lovely morning; the light breeze from
the land seemed steady enough; altogether, noth-
ing could have been more auspicious for the set-
ting out of the great chieftain and his kinsmen.
' But, great as we are, we are not above fearing
the criticism of people ashore on our method of
handling a boat. Rob, from his proud position
at the bow, darted an angry glance at his helms-
â€œKeep her full, will ye?â€ he growled, in an
â€œundertone. â€œDo ye call that steering, ye gome-
Til? Run her by Daft Sandyâ€™s boat! It is no
better than a cow-herd you are at the steering.â€
This Daft Sandy, who will turn up in our his-
tory by-and-by, was a half-witted old man, who
spent his life in fishing for flounders from a rot-
ten old punt he had become possessed of.
14 The Four. MacNicols.
He earned a sort of living that way, and sel-
dom went near the shore during the day except
to beg for a herring or two for bait, when the
boats came in. He got the bait, but in an igno-
minious way; for the boys, stripping the nets,
generally saved up the â€œbrokenâ€ herring, in or-
der to pelt Daft Sandy with the fragments when
he came near. That is to say, they indulged in
this amiable sport except when Rob MacNicol
happened to be about.
That youth had been heard to remark that the
first he caught at this game would pay a sudden
visit to the dead dog-fish lying beneath the clear
waters of the harbor; and it was very well
known among the urchins of Erisaig that the
eldest MacNicol had very little scruple about
taking the law into his own hands.
When he found a bigger boy thrashing a small-
er one, he invariably thrashed the bigger one,
just to keep things even, as it were; and he had
invented, for the better guidance of his brethren
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and associates, a series of somewhat stringent
rules and punishments, to which, it must be said,
he cheerfully submitted himself.
At the same time, he was aware that even the
most moral and high-principled government has
occasionally to assert itself with rude physical
force; and although his hand was not particular-
_ ly red, as might have been expected, it was un-
commonly hard, and a cuff from it was under-
stood to produce the most startling lightning
effects in the region of the eye.
Well, as they were nearing Daft Sandyâ€™s punt
Rob called out to him,
â€œSandy, have ye had any luck the day ?â€
The little, bent, blear-eyed old man looked up
from his hand-lines.
As the boat was gliding past Rob flung a cou-
ple of herring into the punt.
â€œ'Thereâ€™s some bait for ye.â€
â€œAy; and where are ye for going, Robert 2â€
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the old man said as they passed. â€œTakâ€™ heed.
Itâ€™s squally outside.â€
There was no answer; for at this moment
the quick eye of the chieftain detected one
of his kinsmen in the commission of a heinous
Tempted by the light and steady breeze, Nicol,
had given way to idleness, and had made fast the
main-sheet, instead of holding it in his hand,
ready for all emergencies.
This, and not unnaturally, on such a squally
coast, Rob MacNicol had constituted an altogeth-
er unforgivable offence; and his first impulse was
to jump down to the stern of the boat and give
the helmsman, caught in flagrante delicto, a sound-
ing whack on the side of the head. But a graver
sense of justice prevailed. He summoned a
Nicol, catching the eye of his brother, hastily
tried to undo the sheet from the pin; but it was
too late. The crime had been committed; there
The Four MacNicols. 17
were two witnesses, besides the judge, who was
also the jury.
The judge and jury forthwith pronounced sen-
tence: Nicol MacNicol to forfeit one penny to
the fund being secretly stored up for the pur.
chase of a set of bagpipes, or to be lowered by the
shoulders until his feet should touch the ground
in the dungeon of Hilean-na-Rona Castle.
He was left to decide which alternative he
would accept; and it must be said that the cul-
prit, after a minute or twoâ€™s sulking, perceived
the justice of the sentence, and calmly said he
would take the dungeon.
â€œYe think Iâ€™m feared?â€ he said, contemptuous-
ly, to Neil and Duncan, who were grinning at
him. â€œWha was it that gruppit the whut-
teruck?* And is there â€˜anything worse than
whutterucks in that hole in the castle 2â€
â€œYeâ€™ll find out, Nicol, my man,â€ said his cousin
* Anglice, seized hold of the weasel.
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Neil. â€œThereâ€™s warlocks. And theyâ€™ll grup ye
by the legs.â€
â€œTl save the penny anyway,â€ said Nicol, to
whom a penny was a thing of known and sub-
Now, if any proof had been needed that Rob
MacNicolâ€™s stringent sailing rules were a matter
of stern necessity, it was quickly forthcoming.
On this beautiful summer morning, with the sea
smooth and blue around them, they were sailing
along as pleasantly as might be. But they had
scarcely got through the narrow channel leading
from the harbor, and were just emerging into
Loch Scrone, when a squall of wind came tearing
along and hit the boat so that the lug-sail was
almost flattened on to the water.
â€œRun her up! Haul in your sheet!â€ yelled
Rob to the frightened steersman.
Well it was at such a moment that the main-
sheet was free to be hauled in; for as the bow
was put up to the wind the varying squall
â€œRUN HER UP! HAUL IN YOUR SHEET!â€ YELLED ROB.
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caught her on the other beam and threw her
over, so that she shipped a bucket or two of
Had the water got into the belly of the sail,
the weight would have dragged her down; but
Rob instantly got rid of this danger by spring-
ing to the halyards, and the next moment the
crank craft strove to right herself, bringing sail
and yard rattling down into the boat.
By this time, so fierce was the squall, a pretty
heavy sea had sprung up, and altogether things
looked very ugly. When they allowed the jib
to fill, even that was enough to send the boat
over, and she had already a dangerous lot of wa-
ter surging among the ballast; while, when they
were forced to put her head to the wind, she
drifted with a heavily running tide, and right to
leeward was a long reef of rocks that would in-
evitably crunch her into matchwood.
The younger brothers said not a word, but
looked at Rob, ready to obey his slightest gest-
22 The Four MacNicols.
ure, and Rob stood by the mast calling out from
time to time to Nicol.
Matters grew worse. It was no use trying
merely to keep her head to the wind, for she was
drifting rapidly, and the first shock on the rocks
would send her and her stone ballast to the bot-
On the other hand, there was no open sea-room
to let her run away before the wind with a
straining jib. At all hazards it was necessary to
fight her clear of that long ledge of rock, even
if the wind threatened to tear the mast out of
the boat. So Rob himself sprung down to the
stern and took the tiller.
â€œDuncan, Neil, stand by the halyards, now.
When I sing out to ye, hoist her half-mast high
â€”be ready, now !â€
He had his eye on the rocks all this time. On
the highest of them was a tall iron perch, paint-
ed scarletâ€”a warning to sailors; but from that
point long shelves and spurs ran out, the yellow
The Four MacNicols. 23
surface of barnacles growing greener and greener
as they went deeper into the sea. Already Rob
MacNicol could make out some of these subma-
rine reefs, even through the turbulent water.
Â» â€œNow, then, boys; up with her! Quick, now!â€
It was a venturesome business; but there was
no help for it. The moment the sail was hoisted
a gust caught the boat and drove her over until
her gunwale again scooped up a lot of the hiss-
ing water. But as she righted, staggering all the
while, it was clear there was some good way on
her; and Rob, having had recourse to desperate
remedies, was determined to give her enough of
Down again went the gunwale to the hissing
water; and the strain on the rotten sheets of the
old boat was so great, that it was a wonder
everything did not go by the board.
But now there was a joyous hissing of foam
at the bow; she was forging ahead; if she could
only stand the pressure, in a minute or so she
24. The Four MacNicols.
would be clear of the rocks. Rob still kept his
eye on these treacherous shelves of yellow-green.
Then he sung out,
â€œDown with her, boys !â€
The black lug-sail rattled into the boat; there
was nothing left now but the straining jib.
â€œSlack the lee jib-sheet !â€
The next minute he had put his helm gently
up; the bow of the boat fell away from the
wind; and presentlyâ€”just as they had time to
see the green depths of the rocks they had suc
ceeded in weathering -â€”â€” the war-galley of the
great chieftain was spinning away down Loch
Scrone, racing with the racing waves, the wind
tearing and hauling at her bellied-out jib.
â€œHurrah, my lads! we'll soon be at Hilean-na-
Rona now, eh?â€ Rob shouted.
He did not seem much put about by that nar-
row escape. Squalls were common on this coast,
and it was the business of one aspiring to be a
fisherman to take things as they came.
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â€œCome, set to work and bale out the boat, you
bare-shanks lot! How dâ€™ye think she can sail
with the half of Loch Scrone inside her ?â€
Thus admonished, the younger brothers were
soon among the stone ballast baling out the
surging water with such rude utensils as they
could find. But the squall was of no great
The wind moderated in force; then it woke
up again, and brought a smart shower of rain
across; then, as if by magic, the heavens sudden-
ly cleared, a burst of hot sunlight fell around
them, the sea grew intensely blue, the far hills
on the other side of Loch Scrone began to shine
green in the yellow light, and all that was left
to tell of the squall that had very nearly put an
end to the great chieftain and all his clan was a
quickly-running sea, now all sparkling in dia-
The danger being thus over, Rob once more
delivered the tiller into the charge of his brother
26 The Four MacNicols.
Nicol, and went forward to his post of observa-
tion at the bow.
About the only bit of the imaginative voyage
on which he had started that had a solid basis
in fact was the existence of an old castle â€”or,
rather, the ruins of what had once been a castle
â€”on the island called Eilean-na-Rona; and now
that they were racing down Loch Scrone, that
small island was drawing nearer, and already
they could make out the dark tower and ivied
walls of the ancient keep.
Far darker than the tower itself were the le-
gends connected with this stronghold of former
times; but for these the brothers MacNicol, who
had seized on the place as their own, cared little.
It is true they had some dread of the dungeon,
and none of them would have liked to visit Ei
lean-na-Rona at night; but in the daytime the
old ruins formed an excellent retreat, where they
could play such high jinks or hold such courtly
tournaments as they chose.
The Four MacNicols. 27
They ran the boat into a little creek of the
uninhabited island, driving her right up on the
beach for safetyâ€™s sake, there being no anchor.
Thenâ€”Neil carrying a small basket the while,
and Duncan a coil of ropeâ€”they passed through
a wood of young larches and spruce, the air
smelling strongly of bracken and meadow-sweet
after the rain, and finally they reached the rocky
eminence on which stood the ruins.
There was no other way up, for tourists did
not come that way, and the owner of the island,
who was a farmer on the main-land, had but lit-
tle care for antiquities. However, the lads found
no difficulty. They swarmed up the face of the
crags like so many squirrels, and found them-
selves on a grassy plateau which had once form-
ed the outer court-yard of the keep.
Around this plateau were fragments of what
in former days had been a massive wall, but
most of the crumbling masonry was hidden under
ivy and weeds. In front of them, again, rose the
28 The Four MacNicols.
great tower, with its arched and gloomy entrance,
and its one or two small windows, in the clefts
of which bunches of wallflower were growing.
The only sign of life about the old castle or
the uninhabited island was given by two or
three jackdaws that wheeled about overhead, and
cawed harshly in resentment of this intrusion.
The great chieftain, Robert of the Red Hand,
having now assembled his kinsmen and allies in
the ancient halls of Hilean-na-Rona, proceeded to
speak as follows:
â€œNicol, my man, ye have been tried and con-
â€œTJ ken that,â€ was Nicolâ€™s philosophical reply.
â€œYe had no business to make fast the sheet
of the lug-sail; ye might have drooned the lot
Nicol nodded. He had sinned, and was pre-
pared to suffer.
â€œHave ye aught to say against your being
lowered into the dungeon 2?â€
GOING UP TO THE CASTLE.
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â€œT have not. Do you think Iâ€™m feared 2â€ said
â€œYe will not pay the penny 2â€
â€œDe'il a penny will I pay !â€
â€œNicol,â€ said his cousin Neil, with some touch
of compassionâ€”for indeed he knew that the dun-
geon was a grewsome placeâ€”â€œ Nicol, maybe you
have not got a penny 2â€
â€œWell, I have not,â€ said Nicol.
â€œWill I lend ye one?â€
â€œWhat would be the use of that?â€ said Nicol.
â€œT would have to pay it back. Do you think
I'm feared? I tell you I am not feared.â€
So there was nothing for it but to get the
rope and pass it under Nicolâ€™s arms, fastening it
securely at his back. Thus bound, the culprit
was marched through the archway of the old
tower into an apartment that was but feebly lit
by the reflected glare coming from without.
The other boys, as well as Nicol, walked very
carefully over the dank-smelling earth, until they
32 The Four MacNicols.
came to what seemed to be a large hole dug out
of the ground, and black as midnight. This was
the dungeon into which Nicol was to be lowered,
that he might expiate his offence before the high
THE LAST OF THE GAMES.
But before proceeding to relate how the cap-
tive clansman was lowered into the dungeon of
the castle on Hilean-na-Rona, it will be necessary
to explain why he did not choose to purchase his -
liberty by the payment of the sum of one penny.
Pennies among the boys of Erisaig, and more
especially the MacNicols, were an exceedingly
scarce commodity. The father of the three Mac-
Nicols, who was also burdened with the charge
of their orphan cousin Neil, was a hand on board
the steamer Glenara Castle, and very seldom
He had but small wages; and it was all he
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could do, in the brivging up of the boys, to pay
a certain sum for their lodging and schooling,
leaving them pretty much to cadge for themselves
as regarded food and clothes.
Their food, mostly porridge, potatoes, and fish
of their own catching, cost little; and they did
not spend much money on clothes, especially in
summer-time, when no Erisaig boyâ€”except Rob
MacNicol, who was a distinguished person â€”
would submit to the encumbrance of shoes and
Nevertheless, for various purposes, money was
necessary to them; and this they obtained by
going down in the morning, when the herring
boats came in, and helping the men to strip the
nets. The men were generally tired out and
sleepy with their long nightâ€™s work; and, if they
had had anything like a good haul, they were
glad to give these lads twopence or threepence
apiece to undertake the labor of lifting the nets,
yard by yard, out of the hold, shaking out the
The Four MacNicols. 35
silvery fish and dexterously extricating those that
had got more firmly enmeshed.
â€˜Moreover, it was a work the boys delighted in.
If it was not the rose, it was near the rose. If it
was not for them as yet to sail away in the after.
noon, watched by all the village, at least they
could take this small part in the great herring
trade. And when they had shaken out the last
of the nets and received their wages, they stepped
ashore with a certain pride; and generally they
put both hands in their pockets, as a real fisher-
man would do; and perhaps they would walk
along the quays with a slight lurch, as if they,
also, had been cramped up all the long night
through, and felt somewhat unused to walking
on first getting back to land.
Now, these MacNicol boys, again imitating the
well-to-do among the fishermen, had each an ac-
count at the savings-bank; and the pence they
got were carefully hoarded up. For if they
wanted a new Glengarry cap, or if they wanted
36 The Four MacNucols.
to buy a book telling them of all kinds of tre-
mendous adventures at sea, or if it became neces-
sary to purchase some more fishing-hooks at the
grocerâ€™s shop, it was their own small store of
wealth they had to look to; and so it came about
that a penny was something to be seriously con-
When Rob MacNicol had to impose a fine of
one penny, he knew it was a dire punishment;
and if there was any alternative, the fine was
rarely paid. The fund, therefore, which he had
started for the purchase of an old and disused set
of bagpipes, and which was to be made up of
those fines, did not grow apace. Of course, being
a chieftain, he must needs have a piper. The
revels in the halls of Hilean-na-Rona lacked halt
their impressiveness through the want of the
pipes. It is true, Rob had a sort of suspicion
that, if ever they should grow rich enough to buy
the old set of bagpipes, he would have to play
them himself; but even the most ignorant person
The Four MacNicols. 37
can perceive that to be oneâ€™s own piper must at
least be better than to have no piper at all.
And now the captive Nicol MacNicol was led
to the edge of this black pit in the floor of the
lower hall of the castle. On several occasions
one or other of the boys had been lowered, for
slighter offences, into this dungeon; but no one
had ever been condemned to go to the bottomâ€”
if bottom there were. But Nicol did not flinch.
He was satisfied of the justice of his sentence.
He was aware he deserved the punishment.
Above all, he was determined to save that penny.
At the same time, when the other three had
poised themselves so as to lower the rope gradu-
ally, and when he found himself descending into
that black hole, he looked rather nervously be-
Of course, he could see nothing. But there
was a vague tradition that this dungeon was
haunted by ghosts, vampires, warlocks, and other
unholy things; and there was a chill, strange,
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earthy odor arising from it; and the walls that
he scraped against were slimy and damp.
He uttered no word, however; and those above
kept slowly paying out the coil of rope. Rob
became somewhat concerned.
â€œTvl be no easy job to pull him back,â€ he
said, in a whisper.
â€œTtâ€™s as deep as the dungeon they put Donald
Gorm Mor into,â€ said his cousin Neil.
â€œ Maybe thereâ€™s no bottom at all,â€ said Duncan,
Suddenly a fearful thing happened. There
was a cry from below â€”a quick cry of alarm;
and at the same moment they were startled by
a wild whizzing and whirring around them, as if
a legion of fiends had rushed out of the pit.
With a shriek of fright Duncan sprung back
from the edge of the dungeon; and that with
such force that he knocked over his two compan-
ions. Moreover, in falling, they let go the rope.
When they rose again they looked round in the
NICOL MACNICOL LOWERED INTO THE DUNGEON.
The Four MacNicols. 41
twilight, but could find no trace of it. It had
slipped over the edge. And there was no sound
Rob was the first to regain his senses. He
rushed to the edge of the hole and stooped over.
â€œ Nicol, are ye there ?â€
His heart jumped within him when he heardâ€™
his brotherâ€™s voice.
â€œYes, I am; and the rope too. How am I to
get up ?â€
Rob turned quickly.
â€œDuncan, down to the boat with ye! Loosen
the lug-sail halyards, and bring them up; quick,
Duncan was off like a young roe. He slid
down the crags; he dashed through the larch-
wood; he jumped into the boat on the beach.
Presently he was making his way as quickly
back again, the halyards coiled round his arm, |
so ag not to prevent his climbing.
â€œ Nicol!â€ shouted Rob.
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6 Ay 9g
â€œT am lowering the halyards to ye. Fasten
them to the end of the rope.â€
â€œT canna see them.â€
â€œGrope all around till ye come to them.â€
And so, in process of time, the end of the rope
was hauled up, and thereafterâ€”to the great re-
lief of every one, and to his own,no doubtâ€”Nicol
appeared alive and well, though somewhat anx-
ious to get away from the neighborhood of that
dungeon. He went immediately out into the
warm summer air, followed by the others.
â€œMan, what a fright I got!â€ he said at last,
having recovered his speech.
â€œ Ay, and so did we,â€ Neil admitted.
â€œWhat wasâ€™t?â€ said he, timidly, as if almost
afraid to put his own fears and suspicions into
â€œJT dinna ken,â€ Neil said, looking rather fright-
â€œYe dinna ken!â€ Rob MacNicol said, with a
The Four MacNicols. 43
scornful laugh. â€œ Ye ought to ken, then. It was
nothing but a lot of bats; and Duncan yelled as
if he had seen twenty warlocks; and knocked us
over, so that we lost the rope. Come, boys, begin
your games now; the steamer will be in early
â€œWell, it seemed easier to dismiss superstitious
fears out here in the sunlight. Perhaps it had
been only bats after all. Warlocks did not whirr
in the airâ€”at least, they were understood not to
do so. Witches were supposed to reserve their
aerial performances for the night-time. Perhaps
it was only bats, as Rob asserted. Indeed, it
would be saferâ€”especially in Robâ€™s presenceâ€”to
accept his explanation of the mystery. At the
same time the younger boys occasionally darted
a stealthy glance backward to that gloomy apart-
ment that had so suddenly become alive with un-
Then the games began. Rob had come to the
conclusion that a wise chieftain should foster a
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love for national sports and pastimes; and to
that end he had invented a system of marks, the
winning of a large number of which entitled the
holder to pecuniary or other reward. As for
himself, his part was that of spectator and arbi-
ter; he handicapped the competitors; he declared
On this occasion he ensconced himself in a
niche of the ruins, where he was out of the glare
of the sun, and gracefully surrounded by masses
of ivy; while his relatives hauled out to the mid-
dle of the green plateau several trunks of fir-
trees of various sizes that had been carefully
lopped and pruned for the purpose of â€œ tossing
Well, they â€œtossed the caber;â€ they â€œput the
stone;â€ they had wrestling- matches, and other -
trials of strength; Rob the while surveying the
scene with a critical eye, and reckoning up the
proper number of marks. And now some milder
diversions followed. Three or four planks, rude-
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ly nailed together, and forming a piece of rough
flooring about two or three yards square, were
hauled out from an archway, placed on the grass,
and a piece of tarpaulin thrown over them.
Then two of the boys took out their jews-
harpsâ€”alas! alas! that was the only musical in-
strument within their reach, until the coveted
bagpipes should be purchasedâ€”and gayly struck
up with â€œGreen grow the rushes, O!â€ as a pre-
liminary flourish. .
What was this now? What but a perform-
ance of the famous sword-dance by that renowned
and valiant henchman, Nicol MacNicol of Hrisaig,
in the kingdom of Scotland! Nicol, failing a
couple of broadswords or four dirks, had got two
pieces of rusty old iron and placed them cross-
wise on the extemporized floor.
With what skill and nimbleness he proceeded
to execute this sword-dance
which is, no doubt,
the survival of some ancient mystic rite; with
what elegance he pointed his toes and held his
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arms akimbo; with what amazing dexterity, in
all the evolutions of the dance, he avoided touch-
ing the bits of iron; nay, with what intrepidity,
at the most critical moment, he held his arms
aloft and victoriously snapped his thumbs, it
wants a Homeric chronicler to tell.
It needs only be said here that, after it, Neilâ€™s
â€œHighland Flingâ€ was a comparative failure,
though he, better than most, could give that out-
flung quiver of the foot which few can proper. .
ly acquire, and without which the dancer of the
â€œTighland Flingâ€ might just as well go home
and go to bed.
The great chieftain, having regarded these
and other performances with an observant eye,
and having awarded so many marks to this
one and to that, declared the games over, and
invited the competitors one and all to a royal
It was a good deal more wholesome than most
banquets, for it consisted of a scone and a glass
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of fresh milk apieceâ€”butter being as yet beyond
the means of the MacNicols. And it was a good
deal more sensible than most banquets, for there
was no speech-making after it. But there was
some interesting conversation.
â€œNicol, what did ye find in the dungeon ?â€
â€œOh man, it was a grewsome place,â€ said Nicol,
who did not want to make too little of the perils
he had encountered.
â€œWhat did ye see?â€
â€œ How could I see anything? But I felt plenty
on the way down; and Iâ€™m sure itâ€™s fuâ€™ oâ€™ creepinâ€™
things and beasts. And then, when I was near
the foot, I put my hand on something leevinâ€™, and
it flew up and hit me; and ina meenit the whole
place was alive. Man, what a noise it was! And
then down came the rope and I fell; and I got
sich a clour on the head !â€
â€œNothing but bats!â€ said Rob, contemptu-
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â€œTJ think it was houlets,â€ * said Duncan, confi-
dently; â€œfor there was one in the wood when
I was gaun through, and I nearly ran my head
against him. He was sitting in one of the larch-~
esâ€”man, he made a noise !â€
â€œYeâ€™ve got your heads filled with nothing but
witches and warlocks the day!â€ said Rob, impa-
tiently, as he rose to his feet. â€œCome, and get
the things into the basket. We maun be back in
Erisaig before the Glenara comes in.â€
Very soon thereafter the small party made
their way down again to the shore, and entered
the war-galley of the chieftain, the halyards being Â°
restored to their proper use. There were no
more signs of any squall, but the light, steady
breeze was contrary; and as Robert of the Red
Hand was rather anxious to get back before the
steamer should arrive, and as he prided him.
self on his steering, he himself took the tiller,
* Anglice, owls.
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his cousin Neil being posted as look-out for-
It was a tedious business this beating up
against the contrary wind; but there was noth-
ing the MacNicols delighted in so much as in sail-
ing, and they had grown to be expert in handling
a boat. And it needed all their skill to get any-
thing out of these repeated tacks with this old
craft, that had a sneaking sort of way of falling
away to leeward.
However, they had the constant excitement of
putting about; and the day was fine; and they
were greatly refreshed after their arduous pas-
times by that banquet of scones and milk. Nor
did they know that this was to be the last day
of their careless, boyish idleness; that never again
would the great chieftain, heedless of what the
morrow might bring forth, hold these high frolics
in the halls of Eilean-na-Rona.
Patience and perseverance will beat even con-
trary winds; and at last, after one long tack,
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stretching almost to the other side of Loch
Scrone, they put about, and managed to make
the entrance to the harbor, just weathering the
rocks that had nearly destroyed them on their
But here another difficulty waited them. Un-
der the shelter of the low-lying hills the harbor
was in a dead calm. No sooner had they passed
the rocks than they found themselves on water
as smooth as glass, and there were no oars in the
For this oversight Rob MacNicol was not
responsible, the fact being that oars were valu-
able in Hrisaig, and not easily to be borrowed,
whereas this old boat was at anybodyâ€™s disposal.
There was nothing for it but to sit and wait for
a puff of wind.
Suddenly they heard a soundâ€”the distant
throbbing of the Glenaraâ€™s paddles. Rob grew
anxious. This old boat was right in the fair-way
of the steamer; and the question was whether,
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in coming round the point, she would see them
in time to slow.
â€œJT wish we were out of here,â€ said he.
As a last resource, he threw the tiller into the
boat, took up the helm, and tried to use it as a
sort of paddle. But this was scarcely of any
avail; and they could hear, though they could
not see, that the steamer was almost at the point.
The next moment she appeared, and it seemed
to them in their fright that she was almost upon
themâ€”towering away over them with her gigan-
tic bulk. They heard the scream of the steam-
whistle, and the sharp â€œping! ping!â€ of the indi-
cator, as the captain tried to have the engines
It was too late. The way on the steamer
carried her on, even when her paddles were
stopped; and the next second her bows had
gone clean into the old tarred boat, cutting her
almost in two and heeling her over.
She sunk at once. Then the passengers of the
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steamer rushed to the side to see what should
become of the lads struggling in the water, the
mate threw overboard to them a couple of life-
buoys, and the captain shouted out to have a
boat lowered. There was a great confusion.
Meanwhile all this had been witnessed by the
father of the MacNicols, who had stood for a
second or two as if paralyzed. Then a sort of
spasm of action seized him; and, apparently not
knowing what he was about, he threw open the
gangway abaft the paddle-box and sprung into
Even with this big steamer coming right
down on them, Rob MacNicol did not lose his
head. He knew that his two brothers and his
cousin Neil could swim like water-rats; and as
for himself, though he would have given a good
deal to get rid of his boots, he did not fear being
able to get ashore. ;
But there was no time to think. â€œJump clear
of the boat!â€ he shouted to his companions.
The next second came the dreadful crash. The
frail old boat seemed to be pressed onward and
downward, as if the steamer had run right over
her. Then Rob found himself in the water, and
very deep in the water too.
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The next thing he perceived was a great,
greenish-white thing over his head; and as he
knew that that was the hull of the steamer, he
struck away from it with all the strength at his
disposal. He remembered afterward experienc-
ing a sort of hatred of that shining green thing,
and thinking it looked hideous and dengorats,
like a shark.
However, the next moment he rose to the sur-
face, blew the water out of his mouth, and looked
There was a life-buoy within a yard of him,
and the people on the steamer were calling to
him to lay hold of it; but he had never touched
one of these things, and he preferred to trust to
himself, heavy as he felt his boots to be.
It was the others he was looking after. Neil,
he perceived, was already off for the shore, swim-
ming hand-over-hand, as if a sword-fish were after
him. Nicol was being hauled up the side of the
steamer at the end of a rope, just as he had been
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hauled up from the Hilean-na-Rona dungeon;
and his brother Duncan had seized hold of the
helm that had been cast loose when the boat
Satisfied that every one was safe, Rob him-
self struck out for the side of the steamer, and
was speedily hauled on board, presently find-
ing himself on deck with his two dripping com-
The strange thing was that his father was no-
where to be seen, and even the captain looked
| round and asked where John MacNicol was. At
the same moment a woman, all trembling, came
forward and asked the mate if they had got the
â€œWhat man ?â€ said he.
She said she had been standing by the paddle-
box, and that one of the sailors, the moment the
accident had occurred, had opened the gangway
and jumped into the water, no doubt with the
intention of rescuing the boys. She had not seen
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him come up again, for just as he went down the
At this news there was some little consterna-
tion. The mate called aloud for John MacNicol ;
there was no answer. He ran to the other side
of the steamer; nothing was visible on the
smooth water. They searched everywhere, and
the boat that had been lowered was pulled
about, but the search was in vain.
The womanâ€™s story was the only explanation ~
of this strange disappearance; but the sailors
suspected more than they dared to suggest to
the bewildered lads. They suspected that old
MacNicol had dropped into the water just before
the paddles had made their first backward revo-
lution, and that in coming to the surface he had
been struck by one of the floats. They said noth-
ing of this, however; and as the search proved to
be quite useless, the Glenara steamed slowly on-
ward to the quay.
It was not until the next afternoon that they
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recovered the body of old MacNicol; and from
certain appearances on the corpse it was clear
that he had been struck down by the paddles in
his effort to reach and help his sons.
That was a sad evening for Rob MacNicol. It
was his first introduction to the cruel facts of
life. And amid his sorrow for the loss of one
who, in a sort of rough and reticent way, had
been very kind and even affectionate to him, Rob
was vaguely aware that on himself now rested
the responsibility for the upbringing of his two
brothers and his cousin.
He sat up late that night, long after the oth-
ers were asleep, thinking of what he should do.
In the midst of this silence the door was quiet-
ly opened, and Daft Sandy came into the small
â€œ What do ye want at this time oâ€™ night?â€ said
Rob, angrily, for he had been startled.
The old, bent, half-witted man looked cautious-
ly at the bed in which Neil lay fast asleep.
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â€œWhisht, Rob, my man,â€ he said, in a whisper ;
â€œT waited till every one in Erisaig was asleep.
Ay, ay! itâ€™s a bad day this day for ye. And
what are ye going to do now, Rob? Yeâ€™ll be
taking to the fishing ?â€
â€œOh, ay; Pll be taking to the fishing!â€ said
Rob, bitterly, for he had been having his dreams
also, and had turned from them with a sigh.
â€œOf course I'll be taking to the fishing! And
maybe ye'll tell me where I am to get forty
pounds to buy a boat, and where I am to get
thirty pounds to buy nets? Maybe ye'll tell me
that, Sandy ?â€
â€œWhat does the bank ken about me? They
would as soon think of throwing the money into
â€œBut ye ken, Rob, Coll Macdougall would give
ye a share in his boat for twelve pounds.â€ ~
â€œTwelve pounds! Man, yeâ€™re just daft, Sandy.
Where am I to get twelve pounds?â€
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â€œWell, well, Rob,â€ said the old man, coming
nearer, and speaking still more mysteriously,
â€œlisten to what I tell ye. Some day or other
yell be taking to the fishing; and when that
day comes I will put something in your way.
Ay, ay, the fishermen about Erisaig dinna know
everything ; come to me, Rob, my man, and I'll
tell ye something about the herring. Ye are
a good lad, Rob. Manyâ€™s the herring Iâ€™ve got
from ye when I wouldna go near the shore for
they mischievous bairns; and when once ye have
a boat and nets oâ€™ your own I will tell ye some-
thing. Daft Sandy is no so daft, Be Have
ye ony tobacco, Rob ?â€
Rob said he had no tobacco; and, making sure
that Daft Sandy had come to him with a pack
of nonsense merely as an excuse to borrow
money for tobacco, he bundled him out of the
house and went to bed.
Rob was anxious that his brothers and cousin
and himself should present a respectable appear-
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ance at the funeral; and in these humble prepa-
rations nearly all their small savings were swal-
lowed up. The funeral expenses were paid by
the steamboat company. Then after the funeral
the few people who were present departed to
their own homes, no doubt imagining that the
MacNicol boys would be able to live as hitherto
they had livedâ€”that is, anyhow.
But there was a kindly man, called Jamieson,
who kept the grocery-shop, and he called Rob in
as the boys passed home.
â€œRob,â€ said he,â€œ ye maun be doing something
now. Thereâ€™s a cousin of mine has a whiskey-
shop in â€˜the Salt-market, in Glasgow, and I could
get ye a place there.â€
Robâ€™s very gorge rose at the notion of his
having to serve in a whiskey-shop in Glasgow.
That would be to abandon all the proud am-
bitions of his life. Nevertheless, he had been
thinking seriously about the duty he owed to
these lads, his companions, who were now de-
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pendent on him. So he swallowed his pride,
â€œTiow much would he give me?â€
â€œT think I could get him to give ye four shil-
lings a week. That would keep ye very well.â€
â€œKeep me?â€ said Rob. â€œAy, but whatâ€™s to
become oâ€™ Duncan and Neil and Nicol?â€
â€œThey must shift for themselves,â€ the grocer
â€œThat winna do,â€ said Rob, and he left the
He overtook his companions, and asked them
to go along to some rocks overlooking the har. :
bor. They sat down there â€”the harbor below
them, with all its picturesque boats, and masses
of drying nets and what not.
â€œ Neil,â€ said Rob to his cousin, â€œ we'll have to
think about things now. There will be no more
Eilean-na-Rona for us. We have just about as
much left as will pay the lodgings this week, and
Nicol must go three nights a week to the night-
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school. What we get for stripping the nets â€˜Il
no do now.â€
â€œTt will not,â€ said Neil.
â€œMr. Jamieson was offering me a place in Glas-
gow, but it is not very good, and I think we will
do better if we keep together. Neil,â€ said he,
â€œif we had only a net, do ye not think we could
trawl for cuddies?â€ *
_ And again he said, â€œ Neil, do ye not think we
could make a net for ourselves out of the old
rags lying at the shed ?â€
And again he said, â€œDo ye think that Peter,
' the tailor, would lend us his old boat for a shil-
ling a week ?â€
It was clear that Rob had been carefully con-
sidering the details of this scheme of co- opera-
tion. And it was eagerly welcomed, not only by
Neil, but also by the brothers Duncan and Nicol,
* Cuddies is the familiar name in those parts for young saithe.
Trawling, again, there means the use of an ordinary seine.
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who had been frightened by the thought of Rob
going away to Glasgow. The youngest of all,
Nicol, boldly declared that he could mend nets
as well as any man in Erisaig.
No sooner was the scheme thoroughly discuss-
ed than it was determined, under Robâ€™s direc-
tion, to set to work at once. The woman who
kept the lodgings and cooked their food had in-
timated to them that they need be in no hurry
to pay her for a week or two until they should
find some employment; but they had need of
money, or the equivalent of money, in other di-
Might not old Peter, who was a grumbling
and ill-tempered person, insist on being paid in
advance? Then, before they could begin to make
a net out of the torn and rejected pieces lying
about the shed, they must needs have a ball of
So Rob bade his brothers and cousin go away
and get their rude fishing-rods and betake them-
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selves to the rocks at the mouth of the harbor,
and see what fish they could get for him during
Meanwhile, he himself went along to the shed
which was used as a sort of storage- house by
some of the fishermen; and here he found lying
about plenty of pieces of net that had been cast
aside in the process of mending.
This business of mending the nets is the last
straw on the back of the tired- out fisherman.
When he has met with an accident to his nets
during the nightâ€”when he has fouled on some
rocks in dragging them in, for exampleâ€”it is a
desperately fatiguing affair to set to work to
mend them when he gets ashore, dead beat with
the labors of the morning.
The fishermenâ€”for what reason I do not know
â€”will not intrust this work to their wives; they
will rather, after having been out all night, keep
at it themselves, though they drop off to sleep
every few minutes. It is not to be wondered at,
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then, that often, instead of trying to laboriously
mend holes here or there, they should cut out a
large piece of torn net bodily and tack on a fresh
The consequence is, that in a place like Erisaig
there is generally plenty of netting to be got for
the asking; which is a good thing for gardeners
who want to protect currant-bushes from the
blackbirds, and who will take the trouble to
patch the pieces together.
Rob was allowed to pick out a large number of
pieces that he thought might serve his purpose;
and these he carried off home. But then came
the question of floats and sinkers. Sufficient
pieces of cork to form the floats might in time be
got about the beach; but the sinkers had all
been removed from the cast-away netting.
In this extremity, Rob bethought of rigging up
a couple of guy-poles, as the salmon-fishers call
them, one for each end of the small seine he had
in view; so that these guy-poles, with a lump of
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lead at the lower end, would keep the net vertical
while it was being dragged through the water.
All this took up the best part of the afternoon;
for he had to cadge about before he could get a
couple of stout poles; and he had to bargain
with the blacksmith for a lump of lead. Then
he walked along to the point where the other
MacNicols were busy fishing.
They had been lucky with their lines and bait.
On the rocks beside them lay two or three small.
codling, a large flounder, two good-sized lythe,
and nearly a dozen saithe. Rob got hold of
these; washed them clean to make them look
fresh and smart; put a string through their
gills, and marched off with them to the village.
He felt no shame in trying to sell fish: was it
not the whole trade of the village? He walked
into the grocerâ€™s shop.
â€œWill ye buy some fish?â€ said he; â€œtheyâ€™re
The grocer looked at them.
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â€œWhat do you want?â€
â€œA ball of twine.â€
â€œLet me tell ye this, Rob,â€ said the grocer, se-
verely: â€œthat a lad in your place should be think-
ing of something else than fleeinâ€™ a dragon.â€ *
â€œTJ dinna want to flee any dragon,â€ said Rob;
â€œT want to mend a net.â€
â€œOh, that is quite different,â€ said the grocer;
and then he added, with a good-natured laugh,
â€œ Are ye going to be a fisherman, Rob ?â€
â€œT will see,â€ Rob said.
So he had his ball of twineâ€”and a very large
one it was. Off he set to his companions.
â€œCome away, boys, I have other work for ye.
Now, Nicol, my man, yeâ€™ll show us what ye can
do in the mending of nets. Ye havena been tell-
ing lies ?â€
Well, it took them several days of very hard
and constant work before they rigged up some-
* Fleeinâ€™ a dragonâ€”flying a kite,
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thing resembling a small seine; and then Rob
affixed his guy-poles; and they went to the grocer
and got from him a lot of old rope on the promise
to give him a few fresh fish whenever they hap-
pened to have a good haul. Then Rob pro-
ceeded to his fateful interview with Peter, the
Peter was a sour-visaged, gray-headed old man,
who wore horn-rimmed spectacles. He was sit-
ting cross-legged on his bench when Rob entered.
â€œ Peter, will ye lend me your boat?â€
â€œT will not.â€
â€œWhy will ye no lend me the boat 2â€
â€œDo I want it sunk, as ye sunk that boat the
other day? Go away with ye. Yeâ€™re an idle lot,
you MacNicols. Yeâ€™ll be drooned some day.â€
â€œWe want it for the fishing, Peter,â€ said Rob,
who took no notice of the tailorâ€™s ill- temper.
â€œTâ€™ll give ye a shilling a week for the loan oâ€™t.â€
â€œA shilling a week!â€ said Peter, with a laugh.
â€œA shilling a week! Whereâ€™s your shilling 2â€
HE WAS SITTING CROSS-LEGGED ON HIS BENCH WHEN
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â€œThere,â€ said Rob, putting it plump down on
The tailor looked at the shilling; took it up,
bit it, and put it in his pocket.
â€œVery well,â€ said he; â€œbut mind, if ye sink
my boat, yeâ€™ll have three pounds to pay.â€
Rob went back eager and joyous. Forthwith,
a thorough inspection of the boat was set about
by the lads in conjunction; they tested the oars;
they tested the thole-pins; they had a new piece
of cork put into the bottom. For that evening,
when it grew a little more toward dusk, they
would make their first cast with their net.
Yes; and that evening, when it had quite turn-
ed to dusk, the people of Erisaig were startled
with a new proclamation. It was Neil MacNicol,
standing in front of the cottages, and boldly call-
ing forth these words:
â€œTs THERE ANY ONE WANTING cuDDIES? THERE
ARE CUDDIES TO BE SOLD AT THE West SLIP, For
A SIXPENCE A HUNDRED !â€
TuHar was indeed an anxious time, when the
four MacNicols proceeded to try the net on
which they had spent so much forethought and
They had no great expectation of catching
fish this evening; their object was, rather, to
try whether the ropes would hold, whether the
floats would be sufficient, and whether Robâ€™s
guy-poles would keep the net vertical. So they
got into the tailorâ€™s boat, and rowed away round
the point to a sandy bay, where they had noth-
ing to fear from rocks on this their first experi-
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It was, as has been mentioned in the previous
chapter, nearly duskâ€”an excellent time for catch-
ing saithe, if saithe were about. The net had
been carefully placed in the stern of the boat, so
that it would run out easily, the rope attached
to the guy-pole neatly coiled on the top.
Rob was very silent as his two brothers pulled
away at the long oars. He knew what depended
on this trial. They had just enough money left
to settle with their landlady on the following
evening, and Nicolâ€™s school-fees had to be paid
They rowed quietly into this little bay, which,
though of a sandy bottom, was pretty deep. Rob
had resolved to take the whole responsibility of
the experiment on himself. He landed his broth-
ers and his cousin, giving the latter the end of
the rope attached to the guy-pole; then he qui-
etly pulled away again from the shore.
When the length of the rope was exhausted,
he himself took the guy-pole and gently dropped
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it over, to prevent splashing; and as he did so
the net began to pay out.
He pulled slowly, just to see how the thing
would work; and it seemed â€˜to work very well.
The net went out freely, and apparently sunk
properly; from the top of the guy-pole to the
stern of the boat you could see nothing but the
line of the floats on the smooth water.
But the net was a small one; soon it would be
exhausted; so Rob began to pull round toward
the shore again. At the same time Neil, who
had had his instructions, began to haul in his
end of the net gently, so that by-and-by, when
Rob had run the boat on the beach, and jumped
out with his rope in his hand, the line of floats
began to form a semicircle that was gradually
narrowing and coming nearer the shore.
Tt was a moment of great excitement, and not
a word was spoken. For although this was os-
tensibly only a trial, to see how the net would
work, each lad in his secret heart was wondering
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whether there might not be a haul of fish capt-
ured from the mysterious deep; and not one of
themâ€”not Rob himselfâ€”could tell whether this
very considerable weight they were gradually
pulling in was the weight of the net mere-
ly, or the weight of fish, or the weight of sea-
The semicircle of the floats came nearer and
nearer, all eyes striving to pierce the clear water.
â€œJT hope the rope â€˜Il no break,â€ said Rob, anx-
iously, for the weight was great.
â€œAnd itâ€™s only seaweed!â€ said Duncan, in a
tone of great disappointment.
But Robâ€™s eye had been caught by some odd
appearance in the water. It seemed troubled
somehow, and more especially near the line of |
â€œTs it?â€ said he; and he hastily bade Duncan
take the rope and haul it gently in. He himself
began to take up handfuls of small stones, and
fling them into the sea close by the two guy-
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poles, so that the fish should be frightened back
into the net.
And, as the semicircle grew still smaller, it
was very obvious that, though there might be
seaweed in the net, it was not all seaweed. By
this time the guy-poles had been got ashore;
they were now hauling at the net itself.
â€œ Quicker now, boys!â€ Rob called out. â€œMan
alive! look at that!â€
All the space of water now enclosed by the
net was seen to be in a state of commotion; the
net itself was being violently shaken; here and
there a fish leaped into the air.
â€œSteady, boys! Donâ€™t jerk, or yeâ€™ll tear the
net to bits!â€ Rob called out, in great excitement.
For behold! when they had hauled this great
weight up on the shore with a final swoop, there
was something there that almost bewildered
them â€”a living mass of fish floundering about
in the wet seaweed, some springing into the air,
others flopping out on to the sand, many helpless-
THEY WERE NOW HAULING AT THE NET
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ly entangled in the meshes. It was a wonderful
sight, but their astonishment and delight had to
give place to action.
â€œRun for the boat, Nicol! Thereâ€™s more where
they came from!â€ Rob shouted.
Nicol rushed along to the boat, shoved her
out, pulled her along to where his companions
were, and backed her, stern in.
They had no bucket; they had to fling the
fish into the bottom of the boat. But this busi-
ness of stripping the netsâ€”shaking out the sea-
weed and freeing the enmeshed fishâ€”was fa-
miliar to them; and they all worked with a
will. There was neither a dog-fish nor a conger
in all the haul, so they had no fears for their
In less than a quarter of an hour the net was
back in the boat, properly arranged, and Rob
ready to start againâ€”at a place farther along
They were soon full of eagerness. In fact,
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they were too eager; and this time they hauled
in with such might and main that, just as the
guy-poles were nearing the shore, the rope at-
tached to one of them broke. But Rob instant-
ly jumped into the water, seized the pole itself,
and hauled it out with him.
Here, also, they had a considerable take of
fish; but there was a heavy weight uf seaweed
besides, and one or two rents showed that they
had pulled the net over rocks. So they went
back to their former ground; and so successful
were they, and so eagerly did they work, that,
when the coming darkness warned them to re-
turn to Erisaig, they had the stern of the boat
about a third full of very fairly-sized saithe.
Neil regarded this wonderful treasure of the
deep as he labored away at his oar.
â€œMan! Rob, who could have expected such a
lot? And what will ye do with them now?
Will ye send them to Glasgow by the Glenara ?
I think Mr. Mâ€˜Aulay would lend us a box or
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two. Or will ye open them and dry them, and
sell them from a barrow 2?â€
â€œWe canna start two or three trades all at
once,â€ said Rob, after a minute or two. â€œI think
we'll sell them straight off, if the folk are no in
bed. Yeâ€™ll gang and see, Neil; and I'll count the
fish at the slip.â€
â€œ And what will I say ye will take for them ?â€
â€œJ think I would ask a sixpence a hundred,â€
said Rob, slowly; for he had been considering
that question for the last ten minutes.
At length they got into the slip; and Neil at
once proceeded to inform the inhabitants of Eri-
saig, who were still lounging about in the dusk,
that for sixpence a hundred they could have fine,
fresh â€œ cuddies.â€
It might be thought that in a place like Eri-
saig, which was one of the head-quarters of the
herring-trade, it would be difficult to sell fish of
any description. But the fact was that the her.
ring were generally contracted for by the agents
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of the salesmen, and shipped directly for Glasgow,
so that they were but rarely retailed in Hrisaig
itself; moreover, people accustomed to herring
their whole life through preferred variety â€”a
freshly- caught mackerel, or flounder, or what
Perhaps, however, it was more curiosity than
anything else that brought the neighbors along
to the west slip to see what the MacNicols had
Well, there was a good deal of laughing and
jeering, especially on the part of the men (these
were idlers: the fishermen were all gone away
in the boats); but the women, who had to pro-
vide for their households, knew when they had a
cheap bargain; and the sale of the â€œcuddiesâ€
Indeed, when the people had gone away again,
and the four lads were by themselves on the
quay, there was not a single â€œcuddyâ€ left â€”ex-
cept a dozen that Rob had put into a can of
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water, to be given to the grocer in the morning,
as part payment for the loan of the ropes.
â€œWhat do ye make it altogether?â€ said Neil to
Rob, who was counting the money.
â€œThree shillings and ninepence.â€
â€œThree shillings and ninepence! Man, thatâ€™sa
lot. Will ye put it in the savings-bank ?â€
â€œNo, I will not,â€ said Rob. â€œIâ€™m no satisfied
with the net, Neil. We must have better ropes
all the way round; and sinkers, too; and what-
ever money we can spare we maun spend on the
net. Man, think of this, now: if we were to fall
in with a big haul of herring or Johnnie-Dories,
and lose them through the breaking of the net, I
think ye would jist sit down and greet.â€
It was wise counsel, as events showed. For
one afternoon, some ten days afterward, they set
out as usual, They had been having varying
success; but they had earned more than enough
to pay their landlady, the tailor, and the school-
master; and every farthing beyond these neces-
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sary expenses they had spent on the net. They
had replaced all the rotten pieces with sound
twine; they had got new ropes; they had deep.
ened it, moreover, and added some more sinkers,
to help the guy-poles.
Well, on this afternoon, Duncan and Nicol, be-
ing the two youngest, were as usual pulling away
to one of the small, quiet bays, and Rob was idly
looking around him, when he saw something on
the surface of the sea at some distance off that
excited a sudden interest. It was what the fish-
ermen call â€œ broken water â€â€”a seething produced
by a shoal of fish.
â€œTook, look, Neil!â€ he cried. â€œItâ€™s either
mackerel or herring; will we try for them?â€
The greatest excitement now prevailed on
board. The younger brothers pulled their hard-
est to make for that rough patch on the water.
Rob undid the rope from the guy-pole, and got
this last ready to drop overboard.
He knew very well that they ought to have
PAYING OUT THE NET.
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had two boats to execute this manceuvre; but
was there not a chance, if they were to row hard,
in a circle,and pick up the other end of the net
when they came to it? So Neil took the third
oarâ€”two rowing one side and one the other was
just what they wanted.
They came nearer and nearer that strange hiss-
ing of the water. They kept. rather away from
it; and Rob quietly dropped the guy-pole over,
paying out the net rapidly, so that it should not
be dragged after the boat.
Then the three lads pulled hard, and in a cir.
cle, so that at last they were sending the bow of
the boat straight toward the floating guy-pole.
The other guy-pole was near the stern of the
boat, the rope made fast to one of the thwarts.
In a few minutes Rob had caught this first guy-
pole; they were now possessed of the two ends
of the net.
But the water had grown suddenly quiet.
Wad the fish dived and escaped them? There
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was not the motion of a fin anywhere; and yet
the net seemed heavy to haul.
â€œRob,â€ said Neil, almost in a whisper, â€œ weâ€™ve
â€œWe havena got them,â€ was the reply; â€œbut
theyâ€™ re in the net. Man,I wonder if it'll stand
Then it was that the diligent patching and the
strong tackle told. The question was not with
regard to the strength of the net, it was rather
with regard to the strength of the younger lads;
for they had succeeded in enclosing a goodly por-
tion of a large shoal of mackerel, and the weight
seemed more than they could get into the boat.
But even the strength of the younger ones
seemed to grow into the strength of giants when
they saw through the clear water a great moving
mass like quicksilver. And then the wild ex-
citement of hauling in; the difficulty of it; the
danger of the fish escaping; the warning cries of
Rob; the clatter made by the mackerel ; the pos-
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sibility of swamping the boat altogether, as all
the four were straining their utmost at one side.
It is true that by an awkward tilt at one mo-
ment some hundred or two of the mackerel were
seen to glide away; but perhaps that rendered it
all the more practicable to get into the boat what
When that heaving, sparkling, jerking mass
of quicksilver at last was capturedâ€”shining all
through the brown meshes of the netâ€”the young
lads sat down quite exhausted, wet through and
â€œMan! Rob, what do you think of that?â€ said
Neil, in amazement.
â€œWhat do I think?â€ said Rob. â€œI think that
if we could get two or three more hauls like that,
I would soon buy a share in Coll MacDougallâ€™s
boat and go after the herring.â€
They had no more thought that afternoon. of
â€œcuddyâ€ fishing after this famous take. Rob
and Neilâ€”-the younger ones having had their
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shareâ€”rowed back to Erisaig; then Rob left the
boat at the slip, and walked up to the office of
â€œWhat will ye give me for mackerel ?â€ he said.
The salesman laughed at him, thinking he had
caught a few with rods and flies.
â€œTm no buying mackerel,â€ said he; â€œno by
â€œT have half a boat-load,â€ said Rob.
The salesman glanced toward the slip,and saw
the tailorâ€™s boat pretty low in the water.
â€œTs that mackerel ?â€
â€œ Yes, it is mackerel.â€
â€œWhere were you buying them ?â€
â€œT was not buying them anywhere. I caught
them myselfâ€”my brothers and me.â€
â€œJ do not believe you.â€
â€œT cannot help that, then,â€ said Rob. â€œBut
where had I the money to buy mackerel from
any one ?â€
The salesman glanced at the boat again.
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â€œTl go down to the slip with you.â€
So he and Rob together walked down to the
slip, and the salesman had a look at the mack-
erel. Apparently, he had arrived at the conclu-
sion that, after all, Rob was not likely to have
bought a cargo of mackerel as a commercial
â€œWell, I will buy the mackerel from you,â€ he
said. â€œI will give you half a crown the hundred
â€œHalf a crown!â€ said Rob. â€œIwill take three
and sixpence the hundred for them.â€
â€œT will not give it to you. But I will give
you three shillings the hundred, and a good price,
â€œVery well, then,â€ said Rob.
So the MacNicols got altogether two pounds
and eight shillings for that load of mackerel ;
and out of that Rob spent the eight shillings on
still farther improving the net; the two pounds
going into the savings-bank.
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It is to be imagined that after this they kept
a pretty sharp lookout for â€œbroken water ;â€ but
of course they could not expect to run across a
shoal of mackerel every day.
However, as time went on, with bad luck and
with good, and by dint of hard and constant
work whatever the luck was, the sum in the sav-
ings-bank slowly increased; and at last Rob an-
nounced to his companions that they had saved
enough to enable him to purchase a share in Coll
Neil and Duncan and Nicol were sorely disin-
clined to part with Rob; but yet they saw clear-
ly enough that he was getting too old to remain
at the cuddy-fishing; and they knew they could
now work that line of business quite well by
Of course, that was a dream of the future; for
a herring-skiff costs a great deal of money, and
so do nets. But in the mean time they were all
agreed that what Rob counselled was wise; and
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a share in Coll MacDougallâ€™s boat was accord-
ingly purchased, after a great deal of bargaining.
A proud lad was Rob MacNicol the afternoon
he came along to the wharf to take his place in
the boat that was now partly his own. His .
brothers and cousin were there to see himâ€”en-
vious a little, perhaps, but proud also; for part
of their money had gone to buy the share. He
had likewise purchased second-hand a huge pair
of boots, that were as soft and pliable as grease
could make them; and he carried a brand-new yel-
low oil-skin in his hand that crackled as he walked.
Neil, Duncan, and Nicol watched him throw
his oil-skin into the boat, and go forward to the
bow, and take his place there at the oar; and
they knew very well that if there was any one
who could pull an oar better than Rob, it was
not in Erisaig that that person was to be found.
Then the big herring-skiff passed away out of
the point in the red glow of the evening, and Rob
had achieved the first great ambition of his life.
Tuat was not a very good year for the her.
ring-fishing on this part of the coast; but, at all
events, Rob MacNicol learned all the lore of the
fishermen, and grew as skilled as any of them in
guessing at the whereabouts of the herring, while
at the end of the season he had more than re-
placed the twelve pounds he had used of the
Then he returned to the tailorâ€™s boat, and
worked with his brothers and cousin. He was
proud to know that he had a share in a fishing-
skiff, but he was not too proud to turn his hand
to anything else that might help.
These MacNicol boys had grown to be greatly
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respected in Erisaig. The audacity of four â€œwas-
trel laddiesâ€ setting up to be fishing on their
own account had at first amused the neighbors;
but their success and their conduct generally
soon raised them above ridicule, and the women
especially were warm in their commendation.
They saw how Rob gradually improved the
appearance of his brothers and cousin. All of
them had boots and stockings now. Not only
that, but they had white shirts and jackets of
blue cloth to go to church with on Sunday; and
each of them put twopence in the collection-
plate, just as if they had all been sons of a rich
Moreover, they were setting an example to the
other boys about. Four of these, indeed, com-
bined to start a cuddy-fishing business similar to
that of Robâ€™s. Neil was rather angry, but Rob
was not afraid of any competition. He asked
the new boys to come and see how he had rig-
ged up the guy-poles. He said there were plen-
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ty of fish in the sea, and the market was large
But when the new boys asked him to lend
them some money to buy new ropes, he distinct-
ly declined. He had got on without borrowing
It was a long and dreary winter; but Nicol
had nearly finished with his schooling, and the
seine-net had been largely added to, and every
inch of it overhauled. Then the cuddy-fishing
began again; and soon Robâ€”who was now near-
ly eighteen, and remarkably firm-set for his age
â€”would be away after the herring.
One day, as Rob was going along the main
thoroughfare of Erisaig, the banker called him
into his office.
â€œ Rob,â€ said he, â€œhave ye seen the skiff* at the
â€œAy,â€ said Rob, rather wistfully ; for many a
* Though the herring-skiffs are so called, they are compara-
tively large and powerful boats, and will stand a heavy sea.
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time he had stood and looked at the beautiful
lines of the new craft; â€œsheâ€™s a splendid boat.â€
â€œAnd yeâ€™ve seen the new drift-net in the
â€œAy, I have that.â€
â€œWell, ye see, Rob,â€ continued Mr. Bailie, re-
garding him with a good-natured look, â€œI had
the boat built and the net bought as a kind of
speculation, and I was thinking of getting a crew
through from Tarbert. They say the herring are
beginning to come about some of the western
lochs. Now, I have been hearing a good deal
about you, Rob, from the neighbors. They say
that you and your brothers and cousin are sober
and diligent lads, and that you are good seamen,
and careful. Then you have been awhile at the
herring-fishing yourself. Now, do you think you
could manage that new boat ?â€
â€œMe!â€ said Rob, with his eyes staring and his
. â€œT go by what the neighbors say, Rob. They
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say ye are a prudent lad, not over-venturesome ;
and I think I could trust my property to ye.:
What say ye?â€
In his excitement at the notion of being made
master of such a beautiful craft, Rob forgot the
respect he ought to have shown in addressing
so great a person as the banker. He blurted
â€œMan, I would just like to try !â€
â€œTJ will pay ye a certain sum per week while
the fishing lasts,â€ continued Mr. Bailie, â€œand ye
will hire what crew ye think fit. Likewise, I
will give ye a percentage on the takes. Will
Rob was quite bewildered. All he could say
â€œT am obliged to ye, sir. Will ye wait for a
minute till I see Neil 2?â€
And very soon the wild rumor ran through
Erisaig that no other than Rob MacNicol had
been appointed master of the new skiff, the Mary
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of Argyle; and that he had taken his brothers
and cousin as his crew.
Some of the women shook their heads, and said
it was a shame to let such mere lads go to the
herring-fishing, for some day or other they would
be drowned; but the men, who knew something
of Robâ€™s seamanship, had no fear at all; and their
only doubt was about the younger lads being up
to the heavy work of hauling in the nets in the
But their youth was a fault that would mend
week by week. In the mean time, Rob, having
sold out his share in MacDougallâ€™s boat, bought
jerseys and black boots and yellow oil-skins for
his companions; so that the new crew, if they
were rather slightly built, looked smart enough
as they went down to the slip to overhaul the
Mary of Argyle.
With what a pride they regarded the long and
shapely lines of herâ€”the yellow beams shining
with varnish; the tall mast at the bow, with its
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stout cordage; the brand-new stove, that was to
boil their tea for them in the long watches of the
night; the magnificent oars; the new sheets and
sailsâ€”everything spick and span!
And this great mass of ruddy netting te in
the shed, with its perfect floats and accurate
sinkers â€” this was not like the makeshift that
had captured the cuddies.
Then on the morning that the Mary of Argyle
put to sea on her trial trip, her owner was on
board; but he merely sat on a thwartâ€”it was
Rob who was at the tiller. Rob wanted to try
the boat; the owner wanted to observe the crew.
And first of all she sailed lightly out of the
harbor, with the wind on her beam; then outside,
the breeze being fresher, they let her away down
Loch Scrone, with the brilliant new lug-sail belly-
ing out; then they brought her round, and fought
her up against the stiff windâ€”Robâ€™s brief words
of command being obeyed. with the rapidity of
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â€˜ Well, what do ye think of her?â€ said Mr.
Bailie to his young skipper.
Rob's face was aglow with pride.
â€œJ think sheâ€™s like a race-horse!â€ he said. â€œI
think she would lick any boat in Erisaig Bay.â€
â€œBut it is not to run races I have handed her
over to ye. You must be careful, Rob; and run
back if thereâ€™s any squally weather about. Ill
no be vexed if youâ€™re over-cautious. For ye
know if anything was to happen to one of the
lads, the people would say I had done wrong in
lippening* a boat to such a young crew.â€
â€œWell, sir,â€ said Rob, boldly, â€œye have seen
them work the boat. Do they look like lads
who do not know what sailing a boat is?â€
Mr. Bailie laughed, and said no more.
Then came the afternoon on which they were
to set out for the first time after the herring. All
Erisaig came out to see; and Rob was a proud
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lad as he stepped on board (with the lazy indif-
ference of the trained fisherman very well imt-
tated) and took his seat as stroke-oar.
The afternoon was lovely; there was not a
breath of wind; the setting sun shone over the
bay; and the Mary of Argyle went away across â€”
the shining waters with the long, white oars dip-
ping with the precision of clock-work. It was
not until they were at the mouth of the harbor
that something occurred which seemed likely to
turn this brave setting-out into ridicule.
This was Daft Sandy, who rowed his punt
right across the path of the Mary of Argyle,
and, as she came up, called to Rob.
â€œ What is it ye want?â€ Rob called to him.
â€œT want to come on board, Rob,â€ the old man
said, as he now rowed his punt up to the stern
of the skiff.
â€œT have no tobacco, and I have no whiskey,â€
Rob said, impatiently. â€œThere'll be no tobacco
or whiskey on board this boat so long as I have
â€œI WANT TO COME ON BOARD, ROB.â€
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anything to do with her; so ye needna come for
â€œTtâ€™s no for that,â€ said Daft Sandy, as, with the
painter of his boat in one hand, he gripped the
stern of the skiff with the other,
Now Rob was angry. Many of the Erisaig
people would still be watching their setting-out ;
and was it to be supposed that they had taken
this doited old body as one of the crew? But
then Daft Sandy was at this moment clambering
into the boat; and Rob could not get up and
fight with an old man, who would probably
tumble into the water.
â€œRob,â€ said he, in a whisper, as he fastened the
painter of his punt, â€œI promised I would tell ye
something. [ll show ye how to find the herring.â€
â€œYou!â€ said Rob, derisively.
â€œAy,me, Rob; Pll make a rich man of you. I
will tell you something about the herring that
not any one in Erisaig knowsâ€”that not any one
in all Scotland knows.â€
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â€œWhy havena ye made a rich man of yourself,
Sandy 2â€ said Rob, with more good-nature.
The half-witted creature did not seem to see
the point of this remark.
â€œ Ay, ay,â€ he said; â€œmany is the time I was
thinking of telling this one or telling that one;
but when I would go near it was always â€˜ Daft
Sandy ? and â€˜ Daft Sandy !â€™ and there was always
the peltinâ€™ wiâ€™ the broken herringâ€”except from
you, Rob. And I was saying to myself that
when Rob MacNicol has a boat of his own, then
I will show him how to find the herring, and no
one will know but himself.â€
By this time the MacNicols had taken to their
oars again; and they had pulled outside the har-
bor, the old punt still astern. Then Rob had to
â€œLook here, Sandy: I will not put ye ashore
by force. But I canna have your punt at there.
I?ll be in the way of the nets.â€
But the old man was more eager than ever.
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If they would only pull into the bay hard by, he
would anchor the punt and leave it. He begged
Rob to take him for that nightâ€™s fishing. He
had discovered a sure sign of the presence of
herringâ€”unknown to any of the fishermen.
What was the phosphorescence in the sea ?â€”
the nights were too clear for that. What was
the mere breaking of the water?â€”a moving
shoal that might escape. But this sign that the
old man had discovered went to show the pres-
ence of large masses of fish, stationary and deep:
it was the appearance on the surface of the water
of small air-bubbles.
He was sure of it. He had watched it. It
was a secret worth a bankful of money. And
again he besought Rob to let him accompany
him. Rob had stopped the lads when they were
throwing herring at him; Rob alone should have
the benefit of this valuable discovery of his.
Rob MacNicol was-doubtful, for he had never
heard of this thing before; but he could not re-
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sist the importunities of the old, half-witted
They pulled in and anchored the punt; then
they set forth again, rowing slowly as the light
faded out of the sky, and keeping a watch all
around on the almost glassy seas.
There was no sign of any herring; no solan-
geese sweeping down; no breaking of the water;
and none of the other boats, so far as they could
make out, had as yet shot their nets.
The night was coming on, and they were far
away from Erisaig; but still old Sandy kept up
his watch, studying the surface of the water as if
he expected to find pearls floating there. And
at last, in great excitement, he grasped Robâ€™s
arm. Leaning over the side of the boat, they
could just make out in the dusk a great quan-
tity of minute air-bubbles rising to the surface
of the sea.
â€œPut some stones along with the sinkers, Rob,â€
the old man said, in a whisper, as if he were
AIR-BUBBLES RISING TO THE SURFACE,
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. afraid of the herring hearing; â€œgo deep, deep,
Well, they quietly let out the seemingly inter-
minable drift-net as they pulled gently along,
and when that was accomplished they took in
the long oars again. Nicol lit up the little stove,
and proceeded to boil the tea. The bundle con-
taining their supper was opened, and Sandy had
his share and his can of tea like the others.
They had a long time of waiting to get over
through the still summer night; but still Rob
was strangely excited, wondering whether Sandy
Â» had really, in pottering about, discovered a new
indication of the whereabouts of the herring, or
whether he was to go back to Erisaig in the
morning with empty nets.
There was another thing, too. Had he shown
himself too credulous before his companions ?
Had he done right in listening to what might be
only a foolish tale? The others began to doze
off; Rob not. He did not sleep a wink all night.
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Well, to let out a long drift-net, which some-
times goes as deep as fifteen fathoms, is an easy
affair; but to haul it in again is a sore task; and
when it happens to be laden, and heavily laden,
with silver-gleaming fish, that is a break-back
business for four young lads. But there is such
a thing as the nervous, eager, joyous strength of
success; and if you are hauling in yard after
yard of a dripping net, only to find the brown
meshes starred at every point with the shining
silver of the herring, then even young lads can
work like men. Daft Sandy was laughing all
â€œRob, my man, what think ye oâ€™ the air-bub-
bles now? Maybe Daft Sandy is no sae daft,
And do you think I would be going and tell-
ing any one but yourself, Rob? Do you think
I would be going and telling any one that was
throwing the broken herring at me, and always
a curse for me when I went near the skiffs, and
not once a glass of whiskey for an old man?
The Four MacNicols. 115
Well, Rob, I will not ask you for a glass of
whiskey. If you say it is a teetotal boat, it is a
teetotal boat; but you will not forget to give me
whole herring for bait when you are going out
of the bay ?â€
Rob could not speak; he was breathless. Nor
was their work nearly done when they had got
in the net, with all its splendid silver treasure.
There was not a breath of wind; they had to set
to work to pull the heavy boat back to Erisaig.
The gray of the dawn gave way to a glowing
sunrise; when they at length reached the quay,
dead-beat with fatigue and want of sleep, the
-' people were all about.
They were dead-beat, but there were ten crans
of herring in that boat. And you should have
seen Robâ€™s air when he counselled Neil and
Duncan and Nicol to go away home and have a
sleep, and when he loftily called on two or three
of the boys on the quay to come in and strip
116 The four MacNicols.
But the three MacNicols were far too excited
to go away. They wanted to see the great heap
of fish ladled out in baskets on to the quay. . Mr.
Bailie came along not long after that, and shook
hands with Rob, and congratulated him; for it
turned out that, while not another Erisaig boat
had that night got more than from two to three
crans, the Mary of Argyle had turned out ten
cransâ€”as good herring as ever were got out of
Well, the MacNico] lads were now in a fair
way of earning an independent and honorable
living; and this sketch of how they had strug-
eled into that position from being mere wastrels,
living about the shore like so many curlews, may
fitly cease here. Sometimes they had good luck,
and sometimes bad luck; but always they had
the advantage of that additional means of dis-
covering the whereabouts of the herring that
had been imparted to them by Daft Sandy.
And the last that the present writer heard of
The Four MacNicols. 117
them was thisâ€”that they had bought outright
the Mary of Argyle and her nets from the bank-
er; and that they were building for themselves
a small stone cottage on the slope of the hill
above Erisaig; and that Daft Sandy had been
taken away from the persecution of the harbor
boys to become a sort of general major-domoâ€”
cook, gardener, and mender of nets.
Moreover, each of the MacNicols has his sep.
arate bank-account now; each has got a silver
watch; and Rob was saying the other day that
he thought that he and his brothers and his
cousin ought to take a trip to London (as soon
as the herring-fishing was over), for perhaps
they might see the Queen there; and at any
rate they could go and have a look at Smith.
field, where the English beheaded Sir William
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