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Charlie lad, they're a' drunk in yon schooner, a' dozened wi' drink. They were a' drunk in the Christ-Anna, at the hinder end. There's nane could droon at sea wantin' the brandy. Hoot awa, what do you ken?" with a sudden blast of anger. "I tell ye, it canna be; they daurna droon without it. Hae," holding out the bottle, "tak' a sowp."
Now he would repeat to himself with maudlin iteration, "Sic a fecht as they had sic a sair fecht as they had, puir lads, puir lads!" and anon he would bewail that "a' the gear was as gude's tint," because the ship had gone down among the Merry Men instead of stranding on the shore; and throughout, the name the Christ-Anna would come and go in his divagations, pronounced with shuddering awe.
He heaved a sigh as if heavily disappointed with my answer, and then added below his breath: "Ay, for the Christ-Anna." "I used to suppose, sir, it was for myself," said I; "for my name is Charles." "And so ye saw't afore?" he ran on, not heeding my remark. "Weel, weel, but that's unco strange. Maybe, it's been there waitin', as a man wad say, through a' the weary ages.
There's a kittle bit, ye see, about Sandag; whiles the sook rins strong for the Merry Men; an' whiles again, when the tide's makin' hard an' ye can hear the Roost blawin' at the far-end of Aros, there comes a back-spang of current straucht into Sandag Bay. Weel, there's the thing that got the grip on the Christ-Anna.
Now he would repeat to himself with maudlin iteration, 'Sic a fecht as they had sic a sair fecht as they had, puir lads, puir lads! and anon he would bewail that 'a' the gear was as gude's tint, because the ship had gone down among the Merry Men instead of stranding on the shore; and throughout, the name the Christ-Anna would come and go in his divagations, pronounced with shuddering awe.
Nae doobt, if ane that was a reprobate, ane the Lord hated, had gane by there wi' his sin still upon his stamach, nae doobt the creature would hae lowped upo' the likes o' him. But there's deils in the deep sea would yoke on a communicant! Eh, sirs, if ye had gane doon wi' the puir lads in the Christ-Anna, ye would ken by now the mercy o' the seas.
He heaved a sigh as if heavily disappointed with my answer, and then added below his breath: 'Ay, for the Christ-Anna. 'I used to suppose, sir, it was for myself, said I; 'for my name is Charles. 'And so ye saw't afore?, he ran on, not heeding my remark. 'Weel, weel, but that's unco strange. Maybe, it's been there waitin', as a man wad say, through a' the weary ages.
"Ay," said I, "I feared it came by wreck, and that's by death; yet when my father died I took his goods without remorse." "Your father died a clean-strae death, as the folk say," said Mary. "True," I returned; "and a wreck is like a judgment. What was she called?" "They ca'd her the Christ-Anna," said a voice behind me; and, turning round, I saw my uncle standing in the doorway.
But, troth, if it wasnae prentit in the Bible, I wad whiles be temp'it to think it wasnae the Lord, but the muckle, black deil that made the sea. There's naething good comes oot o't but the fish; an' the spentacle o' God riding on the tempest, to be shure, whilk would be what Dauvit was likely ettling at. But, man, they were sair wonders that God showed to the Christ-Anna wonders, do I ca' them?
'I maun see the hail thing, man, Cherlie, he explained and then as the schooner went about a second time, 'Eh, but they han'le her bonny! he cried. 'The Christ-Anna was naething to this. Already the men on board the schooner must have begun to realise some part, but not yet the twentieth, of the dangers that environed their doomed ship.
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