. The Viking blood; a story of seafaring. am .... and when I pickit masel up .... I foundtha whole bridge and wheelhouse gone .... and all, madam, yer husband was gone! Aye, him an tlisecond mate, an th quarter-master, the bosn an fowermen .... an fower sae badly mashed up that I doot iftheyll leeve! And thats all there is tae tell, madam!She shuddered at the horrible memory of it. The frightful THE VIKING BLOOD 53 wall of grey-green sea rising up, curling and terrible crash as it engulfed the ship, and the bare wetdecks, twisted iron work and debris which remained. Theoth
. The Viking blood; a story of seafaring. am .... and when I pickit masel up .... I foundtha whole bridge and wheelhouse gone .... and all, madam, yer husband was gone! Aye, him an tlisecond mate, an th quarter-master, the bosn an fowermen .... an fower sae badly mashed up that I doot iftheyll leeve! And thats all there is tae tell, madam!She shuddered at the horrible memory of it. The frightful THE VIKING BLOOD 53 wall of grey-green sea rising up, curling and terrible crash as it engulfed the ship, and the bare wetdecks, twisted iron work and debris which remained. Theothers—the human victims—were carried away in the mawof the monster—whipped from life into death with a sud-denness which was staggering. No! no! no! she cried,clasping her son to her in a frenzy of fear. You shantgo! He shant send you! But in spite of her objections,she knew that the irresistible lure of the sea would takeher son from her and that the ties of love and home werepowerless against the magic of its adventure and IN a months time, Donald received a curt note from hisuncle to come to Glasgow and to be at the office at ninesharp. He entered the gloomy chambers at ten minutesto the appointed hour and stood waiting outside the nine, David McKenzie entered the office and Donaldgreeted him with a respectful Good morning, sir! Theuncle turned and glared at him through his glasses. Oh,yere here, are ye? he rasped. Jist wait in the officehere until I want ye! Then he entered his own privateroom and left his nephew cooling his heels until nightwelve 0 clock. By that time Donald had scrutinized everyarticle in the dingy office and had surmised the charactersof the old maidish clerk at the window, the grey-headedbookkeeper, and the lanky youth, perched like the gods onOlympus, on the long stool. People occasionally came inwith papers—bills of lading and so on—and once or twice,shawled women entered and asked if there was any wordof the Dunlevin. The
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