. The Viking blood; a story of seafaring. ability some of the shoddy gearwhich she knew would never stand sea-faring. They heard the rattle of the wheels and hoofs on thestony street. The mother clasped her son in a close era-brace. Dont you worry about me, dear, she said. Ishall go to the Hydropathic and I will be quite com-fortable there. Be a good boj^ and take care of bless you and keep you, dear, and may your dearfather watch over you! The cab-man came up into the room and the wetstreamed off his clothes. Dirrty mornin, maam, hesaid huskily. Ah11 jist bond this box doon. And
. The Viking blood; a story of seafaring. ability some of the shoddy gearwhich she knew would never stand sea-faring. They heard the rattle of the wheels and hoofs on thestony street. The mother clasped her son in a close era-brace. Dont you worry about me, dear, she said. Ishall go to the Hydropathic and I will be quite com-fortable there. Be a good boj^ and take care of bless you and keep you, dear, and may your dearfather watch over you! The cab-man came up into the room and the wetstreamed off his clothes. Dirrty mornin, maam, hesaid huskily. Ah11 jist bond this box doon. And heshouldered the sea-chest and led the way. The boy entered the cab and drove away, and Mrs. Mc-Kenzie stood in the rain at the door and watched it vanishjust as she had watched, many times, the departures of herhusband. Hes gone! hes gone! she murmured dully,and only turned to enter the house when the woman whokept it led her away with a Cheer up, mum! Hell beback, never fear! Come and hae a cup o tea. Its guidmedcine fur a sair heart!. THE Kelvinhaugh was lying in the Queens Dock andthe cab rattled down the silent streets which glistenedwet in the glow of the gas-lauips. It was a typicalGlasgow morning—dark, cheerless and with a cold drizzledescending from the brooding skies. They passed men—hands in pockets and shoulders hunched—hurrying throughthe rain to their wurrk. Dock policemen loafed underthe eaves of the sheds, standing like statues with their oil-skin capes reflecting the vagrant flickering of near-by gasjets. It was a ghastly morning to be going to sea, andDonalds spirits were at a very low ebb. There was verylittle romance in this sort of thing. The clatter of hoofs stopped and the cabman hailed apasser-by. Hey, you! Whaurs th Kelvinhaugh lyin? Twa berths doon! came the answer. The hoofs andwheels clattered again and ceased a minute later. TheJehu came down from his dickey. Yer shups lyinhere, mister, he said. Ah11 kerry yer box an gear taeth gang-way. Donal
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