cronky's

Updated: June 25, 2025

A cock crowed from under the hen-roost, the dog barked indoors, and the mare began to stamp in her stall. "When do you sail, Pete?" "First tide seven o'clock." "Time to be off, then. Good-bye!" "Hould hard a word first." "Not a word. I'm going back to bed. See, there's the sun coming up over the mountains." "Only a touch of red on the tip of ould Cronky's nose. Listen!

Sir Hall Caine - The Manxman: A Novel - 1895