It was indeed time, for although the weather was warm and fine, the sun had set, and their damp garments began to feel uncomfortable.
At the Cove the whole party was accommodated in a single-roomed hut, which chanced to be empty at the time. Here the hospitable fishermen spread nets for bedding, and with plaids made up for the lack of blankets. They also kindled a large peat fire, and put on a pot of potatoes, and some splendid sea-trout, while Mrs Anderson prepared oat-cakes at her own fire, and sent them in as required.
"Noo, shentlemen, ye"ll tak a tram?" said Ian, producing a black bottle.
Immeasurable was the astonishment of the Highlander when the gentlemen refused a dram.
"But--but, ye"ll catch yer death o" cauld, if ye don"t!" he said, remonstratively, as he stood bottle and gla.s.s in hand.
"Thanks, friend," replied Jackman, "but we have taken in so much salt water during our swim to land that we are not sure whether the whisky would agree with it."
"Hoots! havers!" exclaimed Ian, pouring out some of the liquid; "ye"re jokin"."
"In truth we are not, then," said Mabberly; "for we are all total abstainers."
"Nonsense!" exclaimed Ian, who could not understand the principles or feelings of men who, after a long exhausting swim in their clothes, were capable of refusing whisky! For it is to be remembered that, although the time we write of is comparatively recent, that remote island had not been visited by any apostle of temperance or total abstinence in regard to alcohol. Of course Ian had heard something of such principles, but he did not believe in them, and certainly did not practise them.
"Hooiver, shentlemen," he added, "if ye wunna tak it--here"s wushin"
your fery coot health!"
Raising the gla.s.s, he drained it without winking, as if the contents had been water, smacked his lips and put the bottle away.
It must not be supposed that all the crew of the late unfortunate _Fairy_ witnessed this proceeding unmoved, for, although they had all been engaged on the understanding that no strong drink was to be allowed or consumed while the voyage lasted, not one of them was a pledged abstainer, and now that the voyage was ended it did seem as if the laws of the voyage should no longer be binding. Still there remained a feeling that, as long as they continued a united party, the spirit of the agreement should not be broken; therefore the skipper and "Shames"
let the bottle pa.s.s with a sigh, and Quin followed suit with an undertoned remark to Tips that, "he wouldn"t have belaved tim"tation to be so strong av he hadn"t wrastled wid it!"
By that time most of the men of the hamlet had returned, and a rig out of fisher clothes was lent to each of the unfortunates, so that they were enabled to pa.s.s the night in comfort while their own garments were in front of a good fire.
"Is that sick girl your daughter, Ian?" asked Giles Jackman that night, as he walked on the sh.o.r.e with his host before retiring to rest.
"No, sir; she"s a niece--the daughter of a brother o" mine who hes feathered his nest petter than me. He"s a well-to-do grocer in Oban, an" hes geen his bairn a pretty good edication; but it"s my opeenion they hev all but killed her wi" their edication, for the doctor has telt them to stop it altogither, an" send her here for a change o" air."
"Indeed! An interesting child, and so well-mannered, too," remarked Jackman.
"Humph! Nae doot she is. They do say that it"s because my brither has gotten an English wife. But for my pairt, oor weemen seem to me to be as weel mainered as the weemen sooth o" the Tweed."
"Quite as well, I doubt not; though I have not seen much of your countrywomen, Ian. Besides, good manners are to be judged by varying standards. What is good in the opinion of the Eskimo may be thought very bad by the Hindoo, and _vice versa_. It is very much a matter of taste. The manners of your niece, at all events, are admirable. Now it is time to turn in. Good-night, Ian."
The sun was high next morning when the wrecked men awoke, and began to feel the outcries of nature with reference to breakfast. Long before that time the men of Cove had gone off to the hills, the peat-hags, or the sea, according to their respective callings. But Mrs Anderson had a sumptuous breakfast of oatmeal porridge and fresh milk ready for the strangers.
"Musha! but it"ll make me mouth wather all the afthernoon thinkin" of it," said Quin, on finishing his second plateful.
"It"s prime wittles," remarked Tips, as he helped himself to more.
"Now, Barret, have you finished?" asked Mabberly.
"No; why?"
"Because, in the first place, you are evidently eating too much for your health, and, in the second place, I want you to go up to what Ian calls the Hoose, as a deputation to the laird. You see, although we are forced, as it were, to throw ourselves on his hospitality, I don"t quite like to descend on him all at once with the whole strength of our party.
It will be better for one of us to break the ice, and as you are the best-looking and most hypocritically urbane, when you choose, I think we could not do better than devolve the duty upon you."
"Right, Bob, as usual; but don"t you think," said Barret, helping himself to another ladleful of the porridge, "that my going may cut in two directions? Doubtless the laird would be agreeably surprised to meet with me; but then that will raise his expectations so high, that he will be woefully disappointed on meeting with _you_!"
"Come, friends," cried Jackman, "it is dangerous to play with edged tools immediately after a meal. My medical knowledge a.s.sures me of that. I quite approve of Barret forming the deputation, and the sooner he starts off the better. The rest of us will a.s.sist Ian to fish in his absence."
Thus authorised and admonished, Barret finished breakfast, put on his own garments--which, like those of his companions, were semi-nautical-- and sallied forth for an eight miles" walk over the mountains to the mansion of the laird, which lay on the other side of the Eagle"s Cliff ridge, on the sh.o.r.es of Loch Lossie.
He was guided the first part of the journey by Tonal" with the ragged head, who, with an activity that seemed inexhaustible, led him up into wild and rugged places such as he had never before dreamed of--rocky fastnesses which, looked at from below, seemed inaccessible, even to goats, but which, on being attempted, proved to be by no means beyond the powers of a steady head and strong limbs.
Reaching the summit of a heather-clad knoll that projected from a precipitous part of the mountain-side, Barret paused to recover breath and look back at the calm sea. It lay stretched out far below him, looking, with its numerous islets in bird"s-eye view, somewhat like a map. The mists had completely cleared away, and the sun was glittering on the white expanse like a line of light from the sh.o.r.e to the horizon.
Never before had our Englishman felt so like a bird, both as to the point of vision from which he surveyed the glorious scene, and the internal sensation of joy which induced him not only to wish that he could fly, but to think that a very little more of such exultation of spirit would enable him to do so!
"Is that the Cove down there?" he asked of the ragged companion who stood beside him.
"Ay, that"s the Cove!"
"Why, Donald, it looks like a mere speck in the scene from here, and the men look no bigger than crows."
As this observation called for no answer none was given, and Donald seemed to regard his companion as one who was rather weak-minded.
"Have we come half-way yet, Donald?"
"No--no" near."
"Is it difficult to find the rest of the way from this point?"
"No; but it wad be diffeecult to miss it."
"Well, Donald, my boy, I have a strong desire to be alone--that is, to try if I cannot go the rest of the way without guidance; so, if you will just give me a little direction, I"ll let you go home, and many thanks for coming thus far. Now, point out the landmarks."
He turned, as he spoke, towards the grand mountain that still towered behind him.
"There"s naethin" t" pint oot," returned the boy; "ye"ve only t" haud on by this sheep track till ee come close under the cliff yonder."
"The Eagle Cliff?"
"Ay. It"ll bring ee to a cairt road, an" ye"ve only to follow that through the pa.s.s, an" haud on till ee come to the hoose. Ye can see the hoose frae the other side o" the pa.s.s."
"And what is the `hoose" called?" asked Barret.
"Kinlossie."
"Thank you. Good-bye, my boy."
A few coppers sent the youth of the ragged head away in high spirits.
The young man watched him till he was concealed by a clump of small birch trees that hung like a fringe on the top of a neighbouring precipice. Barret had just turned to continue the ascent to the Eagle Cliff, whose frowning battlements still rose high above him, when a wild shout from the boy made him turn and look anxiously back. The place which he had reached was strewn with great ma.s.ses of rock that had fallen from the cliffs. He was about to clamber on to one of these, in order to obtain a better view, when the cause of the shout became obvious. A splendid stag, frightened from its lair by the boy, burst from the birchwood, and, with antlers laid well back, bounded up the slope towards him. It was closely followed by two does.
Barret crouched at once behind the ma.s.s of rock. The deer, thinking, doubtless, only of the danger behind, had failed to observe him.
"Oh for Giles, with his rifle!" thought the youth, as the agile creatures pa.s.sed within less than a hundred yards of him, and headed straight for the pa.s.s of the Eagle Cliff.