Donald Ross of Heimra (Volume 1 of 3)

And once again a wild, clear, breezy morning; the sea a more brilliant blue than ever; the heavy surge bursting like a bombshell on the rocks of Eilean Heimra, and springing som...

Mary Stanley's eyes had not deceived her; the boat of which she had caught a momentary glimpse was a smart little yawl of twenty tons or so, that was making in for Heimra Island...

Next morning Mary went eagerly and joyously to the window, for here indeed was a welcome change: no more louring heavens and streaming roads, but a vast expanse of wind-driven s...

"I must see my enemy face to face," she said. "I want to know what he means. Why should he stir up enmity and malignity against me? If he had any thought for those people who se...

Käthchen was standing at the window, looking out upon the wild and wayward sea, that was all brilliantly dappled with sun and cloud, while Mary was at her dressing-table, prepar...

"And if I am not the laird," said Miss Stanley, as the three of them took their places at table--for Mr. Purdie had accepted an invitation, and had come along from the inn to di...

All that night there was marching and counter-marching, and whipping up of recruits, and drinking of whiskey, and singing of _Gabhaidh sinn an rathad mòr_.[#] Big Archie and his...

She was out in the solitude of the woods, and she was alone. It was early morning, clear, and calm, and still; the sun lay warm on the silver-lichened boulders that were dappled...

"Well, Mary, it is a pretty plaything to have given you--a Highland estate!--and no doubt all your fine schemes will come right. But you will have to change three things first."