Kenneth McAlpine: A Tale of Mountain, Moorland and Sea
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Stables Gordon. Kenneth McAlpine: A Tale of Mountain, Moorland and Sea
Chapter One. Early Days
Chapter Two. Kenneth and his Friends
Chapter Three. The Story of the Fairy Knoll
Chapter Four. Gloaming in the Glen – Kennie’s Cave
Chapter Five. A Day in the Wilds
Chapter Six. Kenneth
Chapter Seven. The Death of Poor Nancy
Chapter Eight. Kenneth and Jessie
Chapter Nine. The Storm Cloud Bursts over the Glen
Chapter Ten. The Last Link is Broken
Chapter Eleven. For Auld Lang Syne
Chapter Twelve. Kenneth and Archie
Chapter Thirteen. Kenneth’s Story (continued) – At the Cave
Chapter Fourteen. Friday Night at Sea
Chapter Fifteen. Christmas Day in the Doldrums
Chapter Sixteen. Frozen up in the North
Chapter Seventeen. A Tale Told on the Sea of Ice
Chapter Eighteen. On the Unknown River
Chapter Nineteen. The Search for the Land of Gold
Chapter Twenty. Land of Darkness
Chapter Twenty One. Camp-Life in the Far West
Chapter Twenty Two. Glen Alva under New Government
Chapter Twenty Three. The Wanderer’s Return
Chapter Twenty Four. In the “Fa’ o’ the Year.”
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Scene: A long, low-thatched cottage, in the midst of a wild, bleak moorland. No other hut nor house in sight. Around the cottage is a garden or kail-yard, with a fence of flat, slab-like stones. In this is a gate half open, and hanging by one hinge. The cottage has its door in the gable, and is windowless, save for some holes ’twixt thatch and eaves, through which light is now glimmering. A bright round moon is riding in the sky, among a few white clouds, that look like wings. Coming towards the gateway, two figures may be seen, both in the Highland garb. Behind them two dogs.
“Losh! man,” said Dugald McCrane, “I’m almost ’feared to gang farther. Who knows what company she may have in this lonesome dreary spot? Hark! What was that?”
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Nor was there a deal of fancy work to be learned in rowing or sculling a cobble, but then, you know, the fisherman and little Kennie used to venture quite a long distance out to sea, for there was an island three miles away where the fish were very numerous, and thither they often went. And sometimes the sea was both rough and wild before they got back, and skill was then needed to keep her right and straight. For had a sea struck her broadside on, it might have capsized or staved the cobble, and if a great wave had broken over the stern, it might have swamped her, and she would have sunk, and both Kennie and his friend would then have been food for the creatures that dwell down in the dark caves beneath the ocean.
As to swimming, Kenneth seemed to take to it quite naturally, and many a little adventure he had in the water.
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