|Chapter Title||THE LOCHINVAR CASTLE.|
|Newspaper Title||Evening Journal (Adelaide, SA : 1869 - 1912)|
|Trove Title||Freebench. A Tale of South African Life|
C H A P T E R IX.
THR I.OCHIKYAR CASTLE.
From tbe landing-place IB front of the Castle Hotel at Dartmouth, it was impossible to see the Lockinvar Castle. She had arrived daring the .night, and bad taken, up her usual jnporings ra tbe deeper water just between the gentle slopes of the two hillp,,which* gradually jyse and close in tbe little strjp of water till .tbey ^form an abrupt gateway'to (ihe sea. 'Tbe ship ffas To'saji~~at eleven, and there was no*tira6 to be lost, and so, on a bright Sao day morning, the little party found thesuselves in a boat on the smooth land-locked water, gliding cown on the outgoing tide between tbe sloping hills doited with houses aod their orchards and gardens. The stillness of the Sunday and the beauty of the day added to the sweetness of a scene which was worth travelling to look at on its own account. Whatever wonders the travellers by that ship were destined to see, there were many who would never again view a landscape of sQcb' richness and beauty. If a man rmiit leave' his country, let him leave it from Dartmouth, and he will"always wish to come bade again. Bat there lies the long fine whitish bine bull of tbe Loch invar Oastle. She has just fired a gun, and whatever visitors have been
on beard her are going down tbe side. There is no hurry, but all the luggage IB on board, and so are the mails, and only a few passengers have • now •<» go up the. ladder.. * Z shall not diescribe the leave-taking. ,The two Holroyd girls had long been very pale,but it' might be with the motion of the water.' A; crocodile's tear stood in MargaretV eye as Mr. Warden kissed his 'daughter, and gaVe her her mother's wedding-ring, Mrs. Holroyd embraced her boy once more, and, in doing so, fiong round Us neck a chain from which hung a little ivorypicture, which he had often seen, but had little noticed. It was her own picture, taken when she was sixteen, in a low-necked red dress, with short tight sleeves, and her fair hair cut close, and turned in a little carl at the bade of each ear. Bat tbe boat' is already rising and falling underneath tbe lander, and a young officer is standing ready to catch Phyliis's hand, when a favourable moment shall present itself, to save her from too tall si jnmp. Horry follows without such aid. Half-a-dozen sailors pass up the shawls and~little bags, and Harry andPhyllis, in a moment more, are looking down on their friends from over the rail of the Lochinvar Castle. A flotilla of little boats lay there, about eight or sine of them, aU dancing over the light roll of the smooth sonny water, with their bows poiBtiDj» to the side of tbe great ship, and in most or them there" was moi-e than one pale face sad more than one iftoitt pair of eyes. A boat, whieh nobody seemed to notice, had come from shore, and run under the ship's side, a'handle of newspapers and some telegrams were chocked npon the deek, the Castooa-Hodse -officers and the agent went down the- ladder; another gun fired,'and the ship slowly moved on her way to tbe sea. She passed the furthest of the little boats; but tbe boats remained where they were, rocking on the shining, soiling water,&ud pointing across tbe bar boor. For the bookmen-liked to watch tbe departure of the big ship, aod tbe la&dspeople liked to strain their eyes to recognise to the last those who waved their adieiiK from tbe stern. At last Phyllis and Harry saw the little boats, one by one, returning to Dartmouth. Tbe long ship passed oat between thetwo taS cliffs into the «ea, and the broad world lay bel ore Harry and'HIB bride.