Adventures and Traditions Author:Andrew Glass Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: My heart is weary waiting, love, For wealth that ne'er will come; The birds when they are mating, love, Take love to light their home. Then meet me on the... more » Castle hill, Among the ruins gray, And drops of nectar we'll distil To drink some future day. "That's a bonnie sang," exclaimed Betty. "Tam, I wish ye wad bide here." Whether he kissed her or not we cannot say, as he never told us, but he confidently informed us, that he was more elated by Betty's simple remark than ever he was by the eulogistic criticisms he has since received. Fondly leading Betty by the hand, they descended from the ruins of Ardstinchar, and sought her father's cabin on the Shellknowes, where Tam was soon lulled to sleep by, the surge of the Atlantic. CHAPTER III. COLMONELL THE RED SLAP. Ballantrae, what visions of buxom dames and brawny fishermen—of cod, ling, and haddocks, does thy name recall! No more exhilarating sight can be seen than that displayed on the beach when the boats are arriving from the fishing ground. Here women are as busy as men, cleaning the fish, opening them up, and laying them out on the pebbles, worn smooth by the surge of the Atlantic. To a stranger the shore more resembles a bleachfield than anything else; and what adds to the illusion, is women watering them with salt water in the same manner as they bleach linen. No yellow tinge, peculiar to those sold in cities and towns, is observable on the fish extended out here—they look as white as the snow on a Highland hill. But the grandest sight of all is to see the fishermen launch their " nabbies " through the angry surf, spring into their boats, wave their hands to their bairns, and depart on their perilous voyage. What would one of our perfumed exquisites have done here? and the belle of the drawin...« less