Bog-Myrtle and Peat - Tales Chiefly of Galloway Gathered from the Years 1889 to 1895 by S. R. (Samuel Rutherford) Crockett
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it to the shore. Except that the boat was half full of flowers, there
was nothing and no one inside. But the world span round and the stars went out when the finder saw the flowers. When Aunt Annie Allen came to herself, she found the water was rising rapidly. It was up to her ankles. She went indoors and asked for Grace. "Save us, Ann!" said Barbara; "I thocht she was wi' you. Where hae ye been till this time o' nicht? An' your feet's dreepin' wat. Haud aff the clean floor!" "But Gracie! Oor lassie Grade! What's come o' Gracie?" wailed the elder woman. At that instant there came so thrilling a cry from over the dark waters out of the night that the women turned to one another and instinctively caught at each other's hands. "Leave me, I maun gang," said Aunt Annie. "That's surely Grace." Her sister gripped her tight. "Let me gang--let me gang. She's my ain lassie, no yours!" Annie said fiercely, endeavouring to thrust off Barbara's hands as they clutched her like birds' talons from the bed. "Help me to get up," said Barbara; "I canna be left here. I'll come wi' ye." |
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