White wings, a yachting romance . there must besome subterranean passage or cave into which the sea roars andbooms. But Angus Sutherland rigs up the easel rapidly, and ar-ranges the artists camp-stool, and sets her fairly agoing; then heproposes to leave the Laird in charge of her. He and the hum-ble chronicler of the adventures of these people mean to havesome further explorations of this wild coast. But we had hardly gone a quarter of a mile or soâit was hardwork pulling in this heavy seaâwhen the experienced eye ofSandy from Islay saw that something was wrong. Whats that ? he said, staring.
White wings, a yachting romance . there must besome subterranean passage or cave into which the sea roars andbooms. But Angus Sutherland rigs up the easel rapidly, and ar-ranges the artists camp-stool, and sets her fairly agoing; then heproposes to leave the Laird in charge of her. He and the hum-ble chronicler of the adventures of these people mean to havesome further explorations of this wild coast. But we had hardly gone a quarter of a mile or soâit was hardwork pulling in this heavy seaâwhen the experienced eye ofSandy from Islay saw that something was wrong. Whats that ? he said, staring. We turned instantly, and strove to look through the mists ofspray. Where we had left the Laird and Mary Avon there werenow visible only two mites, apparently not bigger than is not one of the puflins gesticulating wihlly ? Round with her, John! the doctor calls out, They wantusâIm sure. And away the gig goes againâplunging into the great troughs,and then swinging up to the giddy crests. And as we get nearer. A WILD STUDIO. 65 and nearer, what is tlic meaning of the Lairds frantic gestures?We cannot understand him; and it is impossible to hear, for tliebooming of the sea into the caves drowns liis voice. He has lost his hat, says Angus Sutherland. And then, tlienext second, Wheres the easel ? Then we understand those wild gestures. Pull away, merrymen! for has not a squall swept the studio of its movables?And there, sure enough, tossing high and low on the waves, wedescry a variety of thingsâan easel, two canvases, a hat, a veil,and what not. Up with the boat-hook to the bow! and gentlywith those plunges, most accurate Hector of Moidart! I am so sorry, she says (or rather shrieks), when her drip-ping property is restored to her. It was ray fault, our doctor yells ; but I will undertake tofasten your easel properly this timeâand therewith he fetchesa lump of rock that might have moored a man-of-war. We stay and have luncheon in this gusty and thunderousstudioâ
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