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Updated: June 23, 2025
When two tides meet there is ever a cruel commotion, and ships are apt to be dashed on the rocks, and Carmichael's mind was in a "jabble" that day. The new culture, with its wider views of God and man, was fighting with the robust Calvinism in which every Scot is saturated, and the result was neither peace nor charity.
"Do you hear the watter?" said Annie. "Wha cares for that watter!" she answered, in a tone of contempt. "Do ye think He canna manage hit!" But there was a jabble in the room beside them, and Annie heard it. The water was yelping at the foot of the bed. "The watter's i' the hoose!" cried she, in terror, and proceeded to rise. "Lie still, bairn," said Tibbie, authoritatively.
Get the Bible we maun. And ye maun fess't to me direckly." Dow was a peaceable man, and did not much relish the commission. Cupples, thinking he too was a missionar, told him the story. "Weel," said Dow, "lat him sit there. Maybe they'll haud him frae doin' mair mischeef. Whan ye jabble a stank, the stink rises." "I thocht ye was ane o' them. Ye maunna lat it oot." "Na, na. I a' haud my tongue."
When two tides meet there is ever a cruel commotion, and ships are apt to be dashed on the rocks, and Carmichael's mind was in a "jabble" that day. The new culture, with its wider views of God and man, was fighting with the robust Calvinism in which every Scot is saturated, and the result was neither peace nor charity.
Dark clouds were gathering up from the northward, and a short jabble of sea was rising which occasionally sent a spurt of spray inboard. Feeling now that his only chance of regaining the shore lay in a strong, steady, persevering pull straight towards it, he once more turned the bow of the little boat into the wind's eye, and gave way with a will.
There was plenty of space for it down below; and in a few seconds' time it had all gone down to mix among the bilge-water, and jabble about during the remainder of the voyage. The only traces it had left were in my wet clothes, and the strong alcoholic smell that filled the atmosphere around me, and almost hindered me from getting breath.
Gien I was you, I wadna tell fowk any sic nonsense as yon; I wad tell them 'at ilk ane 'at disna dee his wark i' the warl', an' dee 't the richt gait, 's no the worth o' a minnin, no to say a whaul, for ilk ane o' thae wee craturs dis the wull o' him 'at made 'im wi' ilka whisk o' his bit tailie, fa'in' in wi' a' the jabble o' the jaws again' the rocks, for it's a' ae thing an' a' to haud the muckle sea clean.
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