Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 18, 2025
"You of Portlossie shall have your harbour cleared without delay." In justice to the fishers I here interrupt my report to state that the very next day they set about clearing the harbour themselves. It was their business in part at least, they said, and they were ashamed of having left it so long. This did much towards starting well for a new order of things.
But while they honestly declared that a healthier child had never been seen in Portlossie, they were compelled to conceal the too satisfactory reasons of the child's fastidiousness; for they were persuaded that the truth would only make Duncan terribly jealous, and set him on contriving how at once to play his pipes and carry his baby.
"I don't know whether I can express what I mean," said Malcolm, "but I'll try. I could do it better in Scotch, I believe, but then you wouldn't understand me." "I think I should," said Lenorme. "I spent six months in Edinburgh once." "Ow ay! but ye see they dinna thraw the words there jist the same gait they du at Portlossie. Na, na! I maunna attemp' it." "Hold, hold!" cried Lenorme.
Returning to his grandfather, he found a note waiting him from Mrs Courthope, to the effect that, as Miss Caley, her ladyship's maid, had preferred another room, there was no reason why, if he pleased, he should not re-occupy his own. It was late in the sweetest of summer mornings when the Partan's boat slipped slowly back with a light wind to the harbour of Portlossie.
It is many years since I lost the loveliest infant ever seen, while my poor Stephen was left to be the mockery of every urchin in the street!" She sighed deeply, and one of the fair hands took a hand kerchief from a work table near. "No in Portlossie, mem," said Malcolm. "There's verra feow o' them so hard hertit or so ill mainnert.
Scaurnose, on the receipt of the papers, all at the same time, by the hand of the bellman of Portlossie, was like a hive about to swarm. Endless and complicated were the comings and goings between the houses, the dialogues, confabulations, and consultations, in the one street and its many closes.
No one in the Seaton of Portlossie ever dreamed of locking door or window at night. The home season of the herring fishery was to commence a few days after the occurrences last recorded.
One day Blue Peter was walking home from the upper town of Portlossie, not with the lazy gait of the fisherman off work, poised backwards, with hands in trouser pocket, but stooping care laden with listless swinging arms. Thus Meg Partan met him and of course attributed his dejection to the factor.
Of the people belonging to the upper town of Portlossie, which raised itself high above the sea town in other respects besides the topical, there were none who did not make poor Lizzy feel they were aware of her disgrace, and but one man who made her feel it by being kinder than before. That man, strange to say, was the factor.
He would himself set out immediately after for the Lewis fishing. Few had gone to the Hebrides that year from Scaurnose or Portlossie. The magnitude of the events that were about to take place, yet more the excitement and interest they occasioned, kept the most of the men at home to content themselves with fishing the waters of the Moray Frith. And they had notable success.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking