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Updated: May 7, 2025
But that was long ago, the Carrasdhoo men were dead, and the glory of their day was departed. One quiet evening, after an awesome reading of this brave history, Philip, sitting on his haunches at the gable, with Pete like another white frog beside him, said quite suddenly, "Hush! What's that?" "I wonder," said Pete.
One of them was his special favourite, and he used to read it aloud to Pete. It told of the doings of the Carrasdhoo men. They were a bold band of desperadoes, the terror of all the island. Sometimes they worked in the fields at ploughing, and reaping, and stacking, the same as common practical men; and sometimes they lived in houses, just like the house by the water-trough.
In another minute, under the solemn darkness of the night, broken only by the smouldering fire, amid the thunderous quake of the cavern after every beat of the waves on the beach, the Carrasdhoo men were asleep. Sometime in the dark reaches before the dawn Pete leapt up with a start "What's that?" he cried, in a voice of fear.
When he had stolen away on hands and knees under the parlour window she had been sewing at his new check night-shirt. A night-shirt for a Carrasdhoo man had seemed to be ridiculous then; but where was Aunty Nannie now? Pete remembered his mother she would be racing round the houses and crying; and he had visions of Black Tom he would be racing round also and swearing.
Thus the Carrasdhoo men came home by the light of early morning Pete skipping before the belt and bellowing; and Philip holding a piece of the cake at his teeth to comfort him. Philip left home for school at King William's by Castletown, and then Pete had a hard upbringing. His mother was tender enough, and there were good souls like Aunty Nan to show pity to both of them.
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