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Updated: May 28, 2025
"Let go the rope!" Tom Hercus shouted to my father. But the seaman in charge of the line on the ship's deck, taking the order as meant for himself, cast off the rope, the end of which dropped overboard before the error was discovered. Thus the rope my father held was fastened neither to the ship nor to the boat.
She at length found her way to the dead hen harrier, as it lay on a slab of flagstone. Hercus called her off as she put her nose too closely to the bird. But Selta was following her instincts; for, in turning the bird with her nose, she disturbed a small rat which was coolly making its meal there.
Selta loosened her hold, and Willie Hercus took the hawk's head in his hand, carefully guarding against its sharp beak, gave its neck a rapid twist, and the bird was dead. "What kind of a bird is it?" eagerly asked Kinlay, whose knowledge of our native birds was as imperfect as his knowledge of Latin conjugations. "Can you not see it's a harrier a hen harrier?"
Jane Hercus was married to Chalmers in October, 1865, and in the following January they sailed for Australia on their way to the South Sea Islands. At the very outset of their missionary career danger assailed them. A gale sprang up in the Channel, and for a time it was believed that the ship and everyone aboard her would be lost.
Disappointed at losing her prize, the terrier dug and dug away at the shingle and moist sand, scattering it behind her, and burying her nose deep down. Then a strange, grim object was unearthed. In the midst of the stones, Hercus, to his horror, saw lying there a ghastly human skull, with the great cavities where the eyes had been, staring at him.
I said, as I stretched out the large and beautiful wings of gray-blue feathers and proceeded to bind the bird's feet with a string. "The very same that Thora spoke of, I'll be bound!" Tom exclaimed with satisfaction, as he evidently thought of his sister's secret of the nest on the Black Craigs. "What'll we do with it?" asked Hercus. "Is it good for eating?"
At a spot near where Hercus had discovered the skull we found a curious garment, formed of a fine network of rings and chains. It was much broken and torn though the shoulder bands were preserved, as well as the collar and we could see that the owner, whoever he might have been, must have had a large and strong body, for the coat was of great weight.
"I hae done so already," I said. "I left it wi' the dominie yestreen." The lads looked at each other, but neither offered any objection. "Oh, very well!" said Rosson, "I'll bring mine down i' the mornin'." "And I mine," echoed Hercus. During the first lesson in school it was noticed that Tom Kinlay was absent. "Where is your brother this morning, Thora?" asked Mr. Drever.
As for the opinions of the other two lads regarding him, it was Willie Hercus who had called him a "sneak" in school that morning, and Robbie Rosson, I knew, had certainly no love for Tom, who had persistently bullied him. "Well, are you not satisfied?" said Kinlay, seeing my undisguised indignation. "Yes, with my own share," I replied.
The schoolmaster left me to continue my work, and three days afterwards I heard that he had started for Edinburgh in a trading sloop that plied between Kirkwall and Leith. He was absent in Scotland for nearly two months, and when he returned I received a message from him asking me to bring Willie Hercus and Robbie Rosson down to the schoolhouse on a particular evening.
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