"He'll need to get work somewhere. The lad canna aye be idle; and
there's nothing but the fishing for him, I doubt, if he doesna gang
to the piloting with Carver Kinlay."
"No, not that," I said. "I'd rather burn kelp than have anything to
do with him."
So it was agreed that our sheep were to be sold, and that I must
find work of some sort whereby to help the family.
Now, in the afternoon, when they found I did not come back to tea,
they surmised that I had already gone to look for employment at
Kirkwall, and they waited impatiently for my return. After tea my
mother went to the byre to attend to the cows, and Jessie stood for
a long time at the door looking out for me. Seeing no sign of me,
nor of the sheep, she walked in the direction of the North Hill,
there to get a wider prospect. She looked towards every likely
quarter, but the last place she thought of looking at was Kinlay's
clover field. There were some sheep grazing there, but Jessie never
imagined that they were the sheep of Lyndardy; for what should take
them into that forbidden pasture?
And yet their number was remarkable. Yes, there were our twenty
sheep, with our big cheviot in their midst, coolly enjoying
themselves in the fine clover grass that Carver was jealously
reserving for the benefit of his own ewes.
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