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Chapter 3 OFF TO DARIEN.

Word Count: 1658    |    Released on: 06/12/2017

osed the expedition, and they looked gay enough as, bedecked with flags and c

sons had done so much to help in the founding of English colonies, and now all the glory and the gold t

dreams of what wonders he would see, and the great things he would do in his own interest. But above it all rose a national pride that did him credit. He was a Scot to the backbone; and whet

ulwarks, was waiting somewhat impatiently for the anchor to be hoisted and the sails set, when a hand was laid ge

er-spirit of the enterprise, William Paterson, to wh

arying to be off. Will the ships be ganging soon, sir?"

tated to plot against him, with the result that latterly he had been practically set aside, and had been compelled to witness gross imposition and fraud which he was powerless to prevent. No wonder, then, that his downcast face presented a striking contrast to that of the enthusiastic boy as they stood on the deck together; and, influenced by the other's contagious confidence, he brightened a little before continuing. "We can hardly fail to have adventures, for it is a new world we are going to, where savages, and, worse than savages, the cruel, grasping Spaniards, are already, and we shall have to

nie always spoke in such terms of admiration should address him so graciously, touched the lad to the core, and from that moment

weighed anchor and, with all sails set, stood out to sea, the favouring breeze taking them in

ld have called the wind before which the ships of the expedition bowled southward just "a fresh breeze," but Donalblane thought it a gale, and the Bonnie Scotland had not long been pitching and tossing in lively fashion before something began to go wrong inside of him, making him feel so uncomfortable that he was fain to leave the quarter-deck, where he had been enjoying himself, and to seek a snug co

y going to die, and heartily wished himself back upon solid ground. But once they were out in the Atlantic matters improved. Fine,

children. Highlanders and lowlanders, peers and peasantry, grave ministers and gay scapegraces, shaggy shepherds from the hills, and bronzed sailor-men from the coast-a motley throng in

leman by name Henry Sutherland, whose wife and child, a beautiful boy of four years, accompanied him. Donald was greatly at

he child, and held him over the bulwarks, saying teasingly, "How would you like to go and play with the fishes?" The mother screamed and started forward, and the child, terrified on his own account, gave so sudden and violent a wrench as to free himself from his tormentor's grasp and fall into t

ompanionship, but was bashful about breaking the ice with any of those to whom he felt drawn, and so far no one,

he first to take a dip in the spring, and one of the last to give it up in the autumn. Without a question of fear, therefore, but thinking only of the pretty boy in peril of de

l no' droon. Keep still and ye'll be a' richt," panted Dona

from his eyes and got a good look at the Bonnie Scotland, Donald realised with a sinking of heart that many minutes must elapse before they could be rescued. The sh

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