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Tales of Our Coast
Tales of Our Coast
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CONTENTS
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The Smugglers of the Clone 13
'There is Sorrow on the Sea' 41
The Path of Murtogh 81
The Roll-Call of the Reef 133
'That there Mason' 179
'THERE IS SORROW ON THE SEA'
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York Factory, Hudson's Bay.
23rd September, 1747.
My Dear Cousin Fanny,—It was a year last April Fool's Day, I left you on the sands there at Mablethorpe, no more than a stone's throw from the Book-in-Hand, swearing that you should never see or hear from me again. You remember how we saw the coastguards flash their lights here and there, as they searched the sands for me? how one came bundling down the bank, calling, 'Who goes there?' and when I said, 'A friend,' he stumbled, and his light fell to the sands and went out, and in the darkness you and I stole away: you to your home, with a whispering, 'God-bless-you, Cousin Dick,' over your shoulder, and I with a bit of a laugh that, maybe, cut you to the heart, and that split in a sob in my own throat,—though you didn't hear that.
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Page
The Smugglers of the Clone 13
'There is Sorrow on the Sea' 41
The Path of Murtogh 81
The Roll-Call of the Reef 133
'That there Mason' 179
'THERE IS SORROW ON THE SEA'
I
York Factory, Hudson's Bay.
23rd September, 1747.
My Dear Cousin Fanny,—It was a year last April Fool's Day, I left you on the sands there at Mablethorpe, no more than a stone's throw from the Book-in-Hand, swearing that you should never see or hear from me again. You remember how we saw the coastguards flash their lights here and there, as they searched the sands for me? how one came bundling down the bank, calling, 'Who goes there?' and when I said, 'A friend,' he stumbled, and his light fell to the sands and went out, and in the darkness you and I stole away: you to your home, with a whispering, 'God-bless-you, Cousin Dick,' over your shoulder, and I with a bit of a laugh that, maybe, cut you to the heart, and that split in a sob in my own throat,—though you didn't hear that.
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