The Pirate
Sir Walter Scott
Hardcover
(George Routledge and Sons, Aug. 16, 1875)
Book may have numerous typos, missing text, images, or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1905. Not illustrated. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER XXX. What ho, my jovial mates1, come on! we'll frolic it Like fairies frisking in the merry moonshine, Seen by the curtal friar, who, from some christening Or some blithe bridal, hies belated cell-ward-- He starts, and changes his told bottle-swagger To churchman's pace professional, and, ransacking His treacherous memory for some holy hymn, Finds but the roundel of the midnight catch. Old Play. The stride of the Udaller relaxed nothing of its length or of its firmness as he approached the glimmering cabin, from which he now heard distinctly the sound of the fiddle. But, if still long and firm, his steps succeeded each other rather more slowly than usual; for, like a cautious, though a brave general, Magnus was willing to reconnoitre his enemy before assailing him. The trusty Laurence Scholey, who kept close behind his master, now whispered into his ear, "So help me, sir, as I believe that the ghaist, if ghaist it be, that plays so bravely on the fiddle, must be the ghaist of Maister Claud Halcro, or his wraith at least; for never was bow drawn across thairm which brought out the gude auld spring of' Fair and Lucky,' so like his ain." Magnus was himself much of the same opinion; for he knew the blithe minstrelsy of the spirited little old .man, and hailed the hut with a hearty halloa, which was immediately replied to by the cheery note of his ancient messmate, and Halcro himself presently made his appearance on the beach. The Udaller now signed to his retinue to come up, while he asked his friend, after a kind greeting and much shaking of hands, "How the devil he came to sit there, playing old tunes in so desolate a place, like an owl whooping to the moon?" "And tell me rather, Fowd," said Claud Halcro, "how you came to be within hearing of me ?--ay, by my w...