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There was a touch of sad uncertainty in the wag of the tail with which Pup received this remark. "But cheer up, Pup," cried Bremner with a sudden burst of animation that induced the creature to wriggle and dance on its hind legs for at least a minute, "you and I shall have a jolly night together on the beacon; so come along." Like many a night that begins well, that particular night ended ill.
"I say, we're gittin' a belly-full of it," observed Forsyth, with a rueful look. "I hope nobody's goin' to give us another!" "It'll create a rebellion," said Bremner, "if ye go on like that." "It'll bring my bellows down on the head o' the next man that speaks!" cried Ruby, with indignation. "Don't you hear the bell, there?" cried the foreman down the hatchway.
The harbour has of late years been considerably improved to meet the growing requirements of the herring trade, the principal additions having been carried out, in 1823, by Mr. Bremner,* a native engineer of great ability.
Manifestly, to rest on these pivots is an impossibility; the overturned boat must fall on its side, in which position the heavy iron keel comes into play and drags the bottom down, thus placing the boat violently and quickly in her proper position. The simple plan here described was invented by the Reverend James Bremner, of Orkney, and exhibited at Leith, near Edinburgh, in the year 1800.
As he spoke another furious burst of wind shook the place, and a flash of vivid lightning was speedily followed by a crash of thunder, that caused some hearts there to beat faster and harder than usual. "Pooh!" cried Bremner, as he proceeded coolly to wash up his dishes, "that's nothing, boys.
If I go for to start at every wave like that I'll have a poor night of it, for the tide has a long way to rise yet. Let's go and have a bit supper, lad." Bremner rose from the anvil, on which he had seated himself, and went up the ladder into the cook-house above.
Selkirk was the principal builder, and ultimately laid every stone of the lighthouse with his own hand. He was a sedate, quiet man, but full of energy and perseverance. When the stones were landed faster than they could be built into their places, he and Bremner, as well as some of the other builders, used to work on until the rising tide reached their waists.
Even Miss Bremner asked her what she was going to do with them all." The elder girl's fingers tightened upon the small hand she held. Her red lips set themselves in a firm line. In face of a danger which she could see and measure Esther had courage enough. And she had faced this particular danger before. "Mother will tell me all about it, no doubt," she said calmly.
"Ay," he nodded reflectively, puffing at his pipe. "You send all your eggs to Vancouver?" "Ay!" "How many do you send per week, on an average?" "Ask Margaret, she'll tell you." I turned and addressed Mrs. Clark, who looked over at her husband sadly. "When the season is good, maybe fifty dozen a week; sometimes more, sometimes not so many, Mr. Bremner.
She held out her hand and smiled in such a bewitching way that, had I not been a well-seasoned bachelor of almost twenty-five years' standing, I should have lost my heart to her completely. "Good-bye! Mister, Mister Bremner. Safe home." "Good-bye! Miss Rita." "Sure you can make it?" she asked earnestly. "Yes!" I cried, and plunged in. As I came up, I turned and waved my hand.
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