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She had hoisted her sail, and should the breeze continue, would very probably get away, unless Rhymer, by killing or wounding some of her crew, could make the others give in. He, it was pretty clear, was so eagerly engaged in pursuing the chase, that he had not seen the dhow go down.
"Do not attempt it," answered Ned; "we should not overtake her unless it should fall calm again, and the commander will surely come and look for us." "Provided Mr Rhymer doesn't tell him we are all lost," remarked Stone, who had evidently little confidence in the old mate. Hour after hour went by, the boat was nowhere to be seen, and the dhows' sails had sunk beneath the horizon.
He is well known by his magnificent black beard and his large bald head, upon which a wicked jester once advised him to paste his advertisements; he publishes the works of audacious authors and sensational books, and had the honor of sharing with Charles Bazile, the poet, an imprisonment at St.-Pelagie. He received this thin-faced rhymer coldly.
It consoled her to know that all arrangements were in order for her passing in genteel fashion to her long home, that all the decorums of respectable demise would be observed, and that ``the greatest of these'' would not be forgotten. The ritual over, the black box was closed and locked, and on her departure Mrs Rhymer had taken away the key as usual. The motive for the crime, as said, was plain.
Mysterious Rhymer, doom'd by fate's decree, Still to revisit Eildon's fated tree; Where oft the swain, at dawn of Hallow-day, Hears thy fleet barb with wild impatience neigh; Say who is he, with summons long and high.
"I thought," he said, "that I was a humble reincarnation of Thomas Ecildoune Thomas the Rhymer and that I was walking in the Rhymer's Glen it isn't far out of this neighbourhood, you know when a Vision in a magic motor-car came sprinting down the steep curve of a rainbow. In front of my feet, the Vision contrived to stop the car, or in another second it would have run over me.
She lives in two forms: first, as the harvest effigy made of corn-stalks bound together, the last gleanings; secondly, as "the Fairy Queen Proserpina," who carried Thomas the Rhymer from beneath the Eildon Tree to that land which lies beyond the stream of slain men's blood. "For a' the bluid that's shed on earth Flows through the streams of that countrie." Obv. Head of Apollo. Rev.
He had also attempted one or two other things, a completion of Strutt's Queenhoo Hall, the beginning of a tale about Thomas the Rhymer, etc., which are now appended to the introduction itself, and he had once, in 1810, resumed Waverley, and again thrown it aside.
By this time it was perfectly dark, yet, having a compass, a proper course could be kept. As the wind was light, it was not until near morning that they reached the island where they had left their tent and stores. As there was a moon they were able to steer into the bay. On landing they hurried up to where the tent had stood. "Why, where is it?" exclaimed Rhymer.
As Thomas tarried for a last look, the hart and the hind drew near. Onward then he went with them toward the banks of the Leader, and there, before the astonished folk, he crossed the stream with his strange companions, and nevermore was Thomas the Rhymer seen again. For many a day among the hills and through the glens was Thomas sought, but never was he found.
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