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the Johnstone uttered this word。

_Beeny (in a voice of whining surprise)。_ 〃Hech! what a spite Flucker
Johnstone's dochter has taen against us。〃

_Christie。_ 〃Scairt!〃

_Beeny (in a coaxing voice; and moving a step)。_ 〃Aweel! what's a' your
paession; my boenny woman?〃

_Christie。_ 〃Scairt!〃

Beeny retired before the thunder and lightning of indignant virtue。

Then all the fishboys struck up a dismal chant of victory。

〃Yoo…hooCusty's won the dayBeeny's scair_tit;〃_ going up on the last
syllable。

Christie moved slowly away toward her own house; but before she could
reach the door she began to whimperlittle fool。

Thereat chorus of young Athenians chanted:

〃Yu…hoo! come back; Beeny; ye'll maybe win yet。 Custy's away gree_tin〃_
_(going up on the last syllable)。_

〃I'm no greetin; ye rude bairns;〃 said Christie; bursting into tears; and
retiring as soon as she had effected that proof of her philosophy。

It was about four hours later; Christie had snatched some repose。 The
wind; as Flucker prognosticated; had grown into a very heavy gale; and
the Firth was brown and boiling。

Suddenly a clamor was heard on the shore; and soon after a fishwife made
her appearance; with rather a singular burden。

Her husband; ladies; _rien que cela。_

She had him by the scruff of the neck; he was _dos…'a…dos;_ with his
booted legs kicking in the air; and his fists making warlike but idle
demonstrations and his mouth uttering ineffectual bad language。

This worthy had been called a coward by Sandy Liston; and being about to
fight with him; and get thrashed; his wife had whipped him up and carried
him away; she now flung him down; at some risk of his equilibrium。

〃Ye are not fit to feicht wi' Sandy Liston;〃 said she; 〃if ye are for
feichtin; here's for ye。〃

As a comment to this proposal; she tucked up the sleeves of her short
gown。 He tried to run by her; she caught him by the bosom; and gave him a
violent push; that sent him several paces backward; he looked half
fierce; half astounded; ere he could quite recover himself; his little
servant forced a pipe into his hand; and he smoked contented and
peaceable。

Before tobacco the evil passions fall; they tell me。

The cause of this quarrel soon explained itself; up came Sandy Liston;
cursing and swearing。

〃What! ye hae gotten till your wife's; that's the place for ye; to say
there's a brig in distress; and ye'll let her go on the rocks under your
noses。 But what are ye afraid o'? there's na danger?〃

〃Nae danger!〃 said one of the reproached; 〃are ye fou?〃

〃Ye are fou wi' fear yoursel'; of a' the beasts that crawl the airth; a
cooward is the ugliest; I think。〃

〃The wifes will no let us;〃 said one; sulkily。

〃It's the woman in your hairts that keeps ye;〃 roared Sandy hoarsely;
〃curse ye; ye are sure to dee ane day; and ye are sure to be!〃 (a
past participle) 〃soon or late; what signifies when? Oh! curse the hour
ever I was born amang sic a cooardly crew。〃 _(Gun at sea。)_

〃There!〃

〃She speaks till ye; hersel'; she cries for maircy; to think that; of a'
that hear ye cry; Alexander Liston is the only mon mon enough to answer。〃
_(Gun。)_

〃You are mistaken; Mr。 Alexander Liston;〃 said a clear; smart voice;
whose owner had mingled unobserved with the throng; 〃there are always men
to answer such occasions; now; my lads; your boats have plenty of beam;
and; well handled; should live in any sea; who volunteers with Alexander
Liston and me?〃

The speaker was Lord Ipsden。

The fishwives of Newhaven; more accustomed to measure men than poor
little Lady Barbara Sinclair; saw in this man what in point of fact he
wasa cool; daring devil; than whom none more likely to lead men into
mortal danger; or pull them through it; for that matter。

They recognized their natural enemy; and collected together against him;
like hens at the sight of a hawk。

〃And would you really entice our men till their death?〃

〃My life's worth as much as theirs; I suppose。

〃Nae! your life! it's na worth a button; when you dee; your next kin will
dance; and wha'll greet? but our men hae wife and bairns to look till。〃
_(Gun at sea。)_

〃Ah! I didn't look at it in that light;〃 said Lord Ipsden。 He then
demanded paper and ink; Christie Johnstone; who had come out of her
house; supplied it from her treasures; and this cool hand actually began
to convey a hundred and fifty thousand pounds away; upon a sheet of paper
blowing in the wind; when he had named his residuary legatee; and
disposed of certain large bequests; he came to the point

〃Christie Johnstone; what can these people live on? two hundred a year?
living is cheap hereconfound the wind!〃

〃Twahundred? Fifty! Vile count。〃

〃Don't call me vile count。 I am Ipsden; and my name's Richard。 Now; then;
be smart with your names。〃

Three men stepped forward; gave their names; had their widows provided
for; and went for their sou'westers; etc。

〃Stay;〃 said Lord Ipsden; writing。 〃To Christina Johnstone; out of
respect for her character; one thousand pounds。〃

〃Richard! dinna gang;〃 cried Christie; 〃oh; dinna gang; dinna gang; dinna
gang; it's no your business。〃

〃Will you lend me your papa's Flushing jacket and sou'wester; my dear? If
I was sure to be drowned; I'd go!〃

Christie ran in for them。

In the mean time; discomposed by the wind; and by feelings whose
existence neither he; nor I; nor any one suspected; Saunders; after a
sore struggle between the frail man and the perfect domestic; blurted
out:

〃My lord; I beg your lordship's pardon; but it blows tempestuous。〃

〃That is why the brig wants us;〃 was the reply。

〃My lord; I beg your lordship's pardon;〃 whimpered Saunders。 〃But; oh! my
lord; don't go; it's all very well for fishermen to be drowned; it is
their business; but not yours; my lord。〃

〃Saunders; help me on with this coat。〃

Christie had brought it。

〃Yes; my lord;〃 said Saunders; briskly; his second nature reviving。

His lordship; while putting on the coat and hat; undertook to cool Mr。
Saunders's aristocratic prejudices。

〃Should Alexander Liston and I be drowned;〃 said he; coolly; 〃when our
bones come ashore; you will not know which are the fisherman's and which
the viscount's。〃 So saying; he joined the enterprise。

〃I shall pray for ye; lad;〃 said Christie Johnstone; and she retired for
that purpose。

Saunders; with a heavy heart; to the nearest tavern; to prepare an
account of what he called 〃Heroism in High Life;〃 large letters; and the
usual signs of great astonishment!!!!! for the _Polytechnic Magazine。_

The commander of the distressed vessel had been penny…wise。 He had
declined a pilot off the Isle of May; trusting to fall in with one close
to the port of Leith; but a heavy gale and fog had come on; he knew
himself in the vicinity of dangerous rocks; and; to make matters worse;
his ship; old and sore battered by a long and stormy voyage; was leaky;
and unless a pilot came alongside; his fate would be; either to founder;
or run upon the rocks; where he must expect to go to pieces in a quarter
of an hour。

The Newhaven boat lay in comparatively smooth water; on the lee side of
the pier。

Our adventurers got into her; stepped the mast; set a small sail; and ran
out! Sandy Liston held the sheet; passed once round the belaying…pin; and
whenever a larger wave than usual came at them; he slacked the sheet; and
the boat; losing her way; rose gently; like a cork; upon seas that had
seemed about to swallow her。

But seen from the shore it was enough to make the most experienced wince;
so completely was this wooden shell lost to sight; as she descended from
a wave; that each time her reappearance seemed a return from the dead。

The weather was mistythe boat was soon lost sight of; the story remains
ashore。



CHAPTER XIV。


IT was an hour later; the natives of the New Town had left the pier; and
were about their own doors; when three Buckhaven fishermen came slowly up
from the pier; these men had arrived in one of their large fishing…boats;
which defy all weather。

The men came slowly up; their petticoat trousers were drenched; and their
neck…handkerchiefs and hair were wet with spray。

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