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However, while we are still on earth, Caddon-foot is more attractive for her long sweep of salmon-pool the home of sea-trout too than precisely for her kirk-yard. There will be time enough for that, and time it is to recur to the sad story of the big fish and the careless angler. It was about the first day of October, and we had enjoyed a "spate."

The sound of an infinite number of rivers came up from all round. In this steady rain the springs of the mountain were broken up; every glen gushed water like a cistern; every stream was in high spate, and had filled and overflowed its channel. During our night tramps, it was solemn to hear the voice of them below in the valleys, now booming like thunder, now with an angry cry.

And it was not, as his mother would probably have visioned it, a muddy spate filled with unclean things.

He himself must strike at once, and strike with all his might. The night of April 13, 1596, was dark and stormy. All the Border burns and rivers were in spate; the winds blew shrewd and chill through the glens of Liddesdale, and sleet drifted down in the teeth of the gale.

They began to make light of the precautions which they had observed during the earlier hours of the day, and told each other with glee that if this was the worst a spate could do they would welcome one every day so long as they were bound downstream.

The rooms of the old mansion are not packed with bales of cotton, but with men who have anxious minds and tortured bodies. A mournful darkness suddenly reigned; and outside, the incessant storm that rages in this country swept along like a river in spate. Little Rochet was dreaming in the liquid light of the lamp, with hands crossed on his breast, and the delicate profile of an exhausted saint.

I've gotten mysel' a wee wat." "What's wrang?" asked Daddy, in a feeble voice, as his ancient daughter entered. "It's only a bit spate, Daddy. The hoose is a'maist soomin', but ye've nae need to fear." "I'm no' feared, Liz. What wad I be feared o' whan ye're there?" "Ver is mine boy?" demanded old Mrs Winklemann, looking round. "He's gane to the kirk for floor. Ne'er fash yer heed aboot him.

The elements roared and rocked; the valley was knee deep already in a spate of waters. Hilary splashed and waded after his enemies. But they were going. They staggered and trembled in every shaking limb, heedless now of the Earthmen. They slipped and fell into the flood, and stayed there, motionless under the waters.

He couldnae weel tell how maybe it was the cauld to his feet but it cam' in upon him wi' a spate that there was some connection between thir twa, an' that either or baith o' them were bogles.

I must keep their souls easy, for once they are scared there will be such a spate of letters to New York as will weaken the courage of our Northern brethren. For the militia I will give the excuse of the French menace. The good folk will laugh at me for it, but they will not take fright. God's truth, but it is a devilish tangle.

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