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1
BOR N OU T OF FIR E
A ND CH AOS
CHAPTER VII
CHAPTER VIII
. . . . . .
Now to return to our hero Sandie: his experiences of pupil-teaching had
not been to him bliss unalloyed. It took him away from his studies, it was a
loss of time, and a terrible worry, and the pay was hardly commensurate.
Besides, as at the close of next session he meant to compete for a great
prize for mathematics of sixty pounds, tenable for the two last sessions of
the curriculum, he would really need all his time for preparation.
So in his own mind he began to cast about for some means of making a
little money during the summer, to help him through the weary winter. A
little would do; but that little must be earned.
He must help his father with the harvest work, free, gratis. Many and
many a year and day that dear old father, whose hair was now silvered with
age, had helped him.
Then, as if he had received a flash of inspiration, the herring-fishery
came into his mind.
Now, in Scotland, it will do my Southern reader no harm to know, the
herring come to the coast months before they reach the shores of, say,
Norfolk and Suffolk. In the Land o’ Cakes they come in with the new
potatoes in June, and a most delicious dish fresh herring and new potatoes
make.
Well, Sandie could have two months at this industry before his father’s
harvest came on.
When he mentioned his determination to his mother and Elsie next day,
with tears in their eyes, they tried to dissuade him from his purpose. It was
rash, they alleged, and it was highly dangerous. But Sandie stood firm as a
rock.
Our hero now resumed, to a certain extent, his old life on the farm. With
the exception of a forenoon, spent about twice a week with his old friend
Mackenzie, and his little favourite, Maggie May, with whom he frequently
went fishing, he worked with his father’s servants. The horses’ holiday time
had come round again once more, and once more they were wading pastern-
deep in the daisied grass, as happy as the day was long; but there was plenty
to do for the men in thinning turnips, weeding and hoeing potatoes, and
other things.
In the evening, however, immediately after supper, he retired to his little
grain-loft study, and there bent all his energies to the elucidation of the
mysteries of mathematics till far on into the night.
He did not find mathematics so very hard after all, when he fairly set
himself to tackle it. The problems looked dreadfully dark and difficult a
little way off, just as a black cloud does that is approaching the moon, but
the moon soon brightens it. And in the same way, Sandie’s determination
and study soon illuminated the darkest clouds of mathematics.
Indeed, Sandie was really pleased with his prowess and advancement,
but well he knew, nevertheless, that he would have to study steadily, hard
and long, if he was to have the slightest chance of capturing that great prize
of £60 for two years. Why, such a haul would render him independent.
Well, he determined to work and trust in Providence.
Sandie, however, did not neglect his health. He ate and drank well, and
every fine evening his sister Elsie and he went up the hill through the long
sweet-scented yellow broom for a walk.
Delicious hours those! To have seen Elsie hanging on to her brother’s
arm, and he smiling as he looked fondly down into her sweet face, a
stranger would have taken them for lovers.
Then what castles in the air they did build to be sure! What day-dreams
were theirs! Of the time when he should be minister of some beautiful old
church by the banks of a stream, and she, Elsie, his housekeeper. Already, in
imagination, they could hear the church-bell tolling of a Sunday morning,
and see the well-dressed congregation slowly wending their way through
the auld kirkyard to the door.
And Sandie’s sermons should be such rousing ones; couched in eloquent
language, that should go straight to the heart of every hearer, and sometimes
even bring tears to the eyes of the listeners.
Of course, dear old father and mother would be in the manse pew. Then
the manse itself, an old-fashioned house, with fine old-fashioned gardens,
and rare old-fashioned flowers, gardens in which, in the spring-time, the
mavis and the blackbird would all day long fill the air with their charming
melody, and the lark sing above till past the midnight hour.
Oh, they had it all cut and dry, I assure you; but dear me, what a long
time they would have to wait yet before there was a chance of those dreams
coming true!
Never mind! were they not young? Ah! hope beats high in youthful
hearts.
So back they would saunter through the golden-tasselled broom, and
then Sandie would begin his lucubrations.
. . . . . .
Just the very day before Sandie had intended starting north and east to
get an engagement as a herring-fisher, he was agreeably startled by a visit
from Willie, who had just returned from the Riviera.
“Had you been a day later,” Sandie said, as he grasped his friend’s hand,
“you would not have found me.”
“Inasmuch as to wherefore?” said Willie, raising his brows.
“I’m off to-morrow to join the herring-fleet.”
“What! you? You turn a herring-fisher?”
“Yes, Willie.”
Then Sandie told him all the reader already knows.
“I’d ten times sooner catch herring,” he ended, “than teach that young
blockhead the rudiments of Latin grammar.”
“Well, then,” said Willie, “I shall go with you for a day, just to see you
settled.”
“I’ll be delighted, I’m sure.”
So bidding his father and mother and Elsie adieu—he had already said
good-bye to Mackenzie and Maggie May—on the very next morning,
Sandie started in company with Willie for the fishing village of Blackhive.
N.B.—I call it Blackhive because that is not its name. Its real title I have
reasons for keeping secret.
They found the little town already very busy indeed. All hands were
getting their nets on board the great sturdy open boats, in which these hardy
fishermen venture far to sea and encounter many a storm.
The boats have a bit of a close deck fore and aft, but all betwixt and
between is a well. Here lie the nets, and here are stowed the herring when
caught.
Our heroes found the village swarming with foreigners, in the shape of
men from the far Hebrides, especially Skye, who had come to join the
fishery, and if possible to make a little money to carry them on for another
year.
If the fishing should be good, there was no doubt about making money,
for they were not only paid good wages, but a certain percentage on the
takes or crans.
There was no great hurry, so Willie and Sandie sauntered about for
hours, looking at the strange and busy scene, which was so unlike anything
they had ever witnessed before.
Not only young men had swarmed into the town, but modest-looking
young lassies too. These latter would be employed in gutting the herring, in
salting them, and packing them in barrels for the Southern markets.
And the coopers or barrel-makers were very busy indeed already, and
had been so for weeks; their fires burned in every direction, while the
clanging of their hammers was incessant.
Our heroes found themselves at last at a cosy little inn.
Yes, they could have dinner, nice new potatoes, fresh butter, and fresh
herrings and milk. “Hurrah!” cried Willie, “what could be better?” So they
dined delectably.
CHAPTER IX