Old Mary
9781465551887
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Library of Alexandria
Overview
Early one morning, just as the trade wind began to lift the white mountain mist which enveloped the dark valleys and mountain slopes of the island, Denison, the supercargo of the trading schooner Palestine, put off from her side and was pulled ashore to the house of the one white trader. The man’s name was Handle, and as he heard the supercargo’s footstep he came to the door and bade him good morning. How are you, Randle? said the young man, shaking hands with the quiet-voiced, white-haired old trader, and following him inside. I'm going for a day’s shooting while I have the chance. Can you come? Randle shook his head. Would like to, but can't spare the time to-day; but Harry and the girls will be delighted to go with you. Wait a minute, and have a cup of coffee first. They'll be here presently. Denison put down his gun and took a seat in the cool, comfortable-looking sitting-room, and in a few minutes Hester and Kate Randle and their brother came in. The two girls were both over twenty years of age. Hester, the elder, was remarkably handsome, and much resembled her father in voice and manner. Kate was of much smaller build, full of vivacity, and her big, merry brown eyes matched the dimples on her soft, sun-tanned cheeks. Harry, who was Randle’s youngest child, was a heavily-built, somewhat sullen-faced youth of eighteen, and the native blood in his veins showed much more strongly than it did with his sisters. They were all pleased to see the supercargo, and at once set about making preparations, Harry getting their guns ready and the two girls packing a basket with cold food. You'll get any amount of pigeons about two miles from here, said the old trader, and very likely a pig or two. The girls know the way, and if two of you take the right branch of the river and two the left you'll have some fine sport
