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He had been there, but whatever difference he had made was of the same significance now as the dry bladder-wrack, the mummied gull near by, and the bleached shells. The next tide probably would hide the memento for ever.
Another angle of the zigzag rift was passed, and then the rugged stony flooring gave place to dark, deep water, beautifully transparent so clear that the many-tinted fronds of bladder-wrack and other weeds could be seen swaying to and fro under the influence of the tide which rose and fell. Here, in a natural harbour, sheltered from all dangers, lay the boat the boy sought.
The marks of the last tide were plainly visible high up on the rugged rock-face, the last tide having left every ledge covered with washed-up fucus and bladder-wrack, speckled with white shells and sandy patches. "Then it must always be deep in water?" said Scarlett. "Well, I tell you what, then, let's borrow somebody's boat and try and get right in that way."
Here, I feel as if I'd never been to sea and took bearings in my life, Master Aleck!" "Yes; what is it?" "Don't you never trust me again." "But do you mean to say that you can't see those rocks just abeam, Tom Bodger?" "Not a rock on 'em, messmet; but I can hear the bladder-wrack washing in and out." "But you, Master Aleck?"
The brass had been borrowed from Laxey, but the drum had been bought by Pete. "Let's have a good sizable drum," said he; "something with a voice in it, not a bit of a toot, going off with a pop like bladder-wrack." The parchment was three feet across, the steel rings round it were like the hoops of a dog-cart, and the black drumsticks, according to Pete, were like the bullet heads of two niggers.
Helena retreated towards a large cave round the bend. There the water gurgled under the bladder-wrack of the large stones; the air was cool and clammy. She pursued her way into the gloom, bending, though there was no need, shivering at the coarse feel of the seaweed beneath her naked feet.
When the joy of the summer was in the air, and the larks were singing high up in the sky, it seemed rather pleasant than otherwise to paddle about among the quiet pools and on the cold bladder-wrack. But when the sky was leaden, and the wind rolled with strange sounds down the chill hollows, it was rather pitiful to see a barefooted woman tramping in those bitter places.
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