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We gave a shout of welcome, and offered him a herring very dried it was and one of Master Baker Ludwick's hard biscuits. He said we were luxurious scamps with our powder, until we explained it to be the end of a rather mouldy bag of meal.
Brock, however, had reached that stage of drunkenness in which men are apt to become particularly obstinate, and, being a powerful man, struggled violently to accomplish his purpose. "Let him have it," said Herring at last. "He can't do much damage." When set free, the miserable man grasped the tiller and tried to steady himself. A lurch of the vessel, however, rendered his effort abortive.
When the fishers are there it's all my fancy, but when it does not smell of herring, the stench of lawyers' sheepskins gets on the top and is mighty offensive to any man that has had muckle to do with them." "Dull!" repeated Count Victor, now comprehending; "I have crowded more experience into the past four-and-twenty hours than I might meet in a month anywhere east of Calais.
They say that you, and your brothers and cousin, are sober and diligent lads; and that you are good seamen, and careful. Then you have been a while at the herring fishing yourself. Now do you think you could manage that new boat? 'Me! said Rob, with his eyes staring, and his face aflame. 'I go by what the neighbours say, Rob.
We have no beautiful scenery, like the lake country, no rivers great for fishing, like Scotland, no hunting grounds, like the shires. 'Partridges! pleaded Lady Carbury, with pretty energy. 'Yes; we have partridges, fine churches, and the herring fishery. We shall do very well if too much is not expected of us. We can't increase and multiply as they do in the great cities.
And it was this very situation which made his rebellious heroine of whom I have essayed to write so sore a trial to the struggling young author. It was early in May, 1895, that Harley had received a note from Messrs. Herring, Beemer, & Chadwick, the publishers, asking for a story from his pen for their popular "Blue and Silver Series."
"Go ahead, Bob, and hurry!" Webster did hurry, and Crawford had scarcely more than time to enjoy half-a-dozen exquisite throbs of agony and observe that the light through the trees, Northward, was growing brighter and brighter, when he came running back, very jubilant. "Dead as the deadest kind of a herring!" he said. "Didn't hit him where I meant to, but it answered.
Merritt speedily came up, swam to the boat and tried to clamber aboard, Herring shouting at him and warning him off. "Get out, you'll upset me!" he shouted. "Why didn't you keep still? You're as clumsy as a cow in a boat, you are. Get out of here, or I'll hit you! Keep away, I tell you!" "There is a rowboat coming," said Percival, turning his head.
Where am I to get 12 pounds? 'Well, well, Rob, said the old man coming nearer, and speaking still more mysteriously, 'listen to what I tell ye. Some day or other ye'll be taking to the fishing; and when that day comes I will put something in your way. Ay, ay; the fishermen about Erisaig dinna know everything; come to me, Rob, my man, and I'll tell ye something about the herring.
Who got up this little scheme to waylay me?" "Pete Herring," muttered Holt. "I had nothing to do with it. I was just going to catch rabbits." "With a mask? H'm! you are ashamed to look a rabbit in the face, are you? Well, you are homely enough to give a young rabbit nervous prostration, so I can't blame you for that."
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