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Updated: May 11, 2025
The farmer at Arlingham had never been suspected of complicity in the plot; all, save Basil, who could have blabbed his secret were amongst the slain on the night of the fight with the Luath. He himself lost heart at the critical moment and stayed at home, and his only share in the affair was to provide for some of the wounded and receive the thanks of the admiral for his ready generosity.
A few were "riff-raff;" some, like himself, were perhaps forced; but the majority seemed to be of some substance and courage. Prospects were looking brighter. Master Andrew ventured to ask Basil a question. "What of the Irish ship?" "The Luath will not fail us; she is almost due." "It is possible that she may pass the cliff in the darkness," put in a bystander.
When we compare the "Farmer's Salutation to his Auld Mare Maggie," with the clever and inhumane production of half a century earlier, "The Auld Man's Mare's dead," we see in a nut-shell the spirit of the change introduced by Burns. And as to its manner, who that has read it can forget how the collie, Luath, in the "Twa Dogs," describes and enters into the merry-making in the cottage?
There was now no need for the Luath to pick her way; she might race up anywhere between the wide banks: her chances of detection were greatly lessened. The pilot spoke. "Saving your presence, admiral, but this Irish skipper is a deep dog. He should have passed ere now if he intends to do his business at Westbury and then make Gloucester on this tide. He suspects us." "How so, pilot?"
Just above Westbury she hath planned an anchorage, and there Master Windybank of Dean Tower whom, God helping me, I will hang over his own gateway before another sunset will meet them with pack-horses wherewith to convey the combustibles to their appointed places. 'Tis our business to capture the Luath.
Of the two members of the household who had manifested an early jealousy of Roland Graeme, the prejudices of Wolf were easily overcome; and in process of time the noble dog slept with Bran, Luath, and the celebrated hounds of ancient days. But Mr. Warden, the chaplain, lived, and retained his dislike to the youth.
"Mine eyes are good, but I cannot see mid-stream, and a boat that carries no lights may easily slip by unseeing and unseen." "That is our greatest risk, my son," admitted Basil. "But if the Luath is to escape other prying eyes, we must take the chance against ourselves.
I know I must die and go from it; but I shall come back and wander about the fields and the hills with you and our father and mother!" "And how about horse and dog?" asked Ian, willing to divert his thoughts for a moment, "Well! Daoimean and Luath are so good that I'don't see why I should not have them!" "No more do I!" responded Ian.
I know I must die and go from it; but I shall come back and wander about the fields and the hills with you and our father and mother!" "And how about horse and dog?" asked Ian, willing to divert his thoughts for a moment, "Well! Daoimean and Luath are so good that I'don't see why I should not have them!" "No more do I!" responded Ian.
Raleigh and his victorious men were running along the bank and cheering the admiral. The captain of the Luath took a desperate chance. He blew a call on a whistle that hung on his neck. It was a signal to the helmsman, who turned the nose of the ship across stream to the eastern shore.
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