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noise, loud as
a terrible thunder-clap, as the mighty wave dashed against Ainslie Crag.
I could hardly breathe, so dreadful was the moment!
'Now back again for some more!' cried my grandfather, when the wave
had passed.
We looked round, but the ship was gone! It had disappeared like a
dream when one awakes, as if it had never been. That mighty wave had
broken its back, and shattered it into a thousand fragments. Nothing
was to be seen of the ship or its crew but a few floating pieces of

timber.
My grandfather and Millar pulled hastily to the spot, but it was some
time before we could reach it, for we had been carried by the sea almost
a mile away, and the storm seemed to be increasing in violence.
When at last we reached that terrible Ainslie Crag, we were too late to
save a single life; we could not find one of those on board. The greater
number no doubt had been carried down in the vortex made by the
sinking ship, and the rest had risen and sunk again long before we
reached them.
For some time we battled with the waves, unwilling to relinquish all
hope of saving some of them. But we found at last that it was of no use,
and we were obliged to return.
All had perished, except the child lying at my feet. I stooped down to it,
and could hear that it was crying, but it was so tightly tied up in a
blanket that I could not see it nor release it.
We had to strain every nerve to reach the lighthouse. It was not so hard
returning as going, for the wind was in our favour, but the sea was still
strong, and we were often in great danger. I kept my eyes fixed on the
lighthouse lamps, and steered the boat as straight as I could. Oh! how
thankful we were to see those friendly lights growing nearer. And at
last the pier came in sight, and Mrs. Millar still standing there watching
us.
'Have you got none of them?' she said, as we came up the steps.
'Nothing but a child,' said my grandfather sadly. 'Only one small child,
that's all. Well, we did our very best, Jem, my lad.'
Jem was following my grandfather, with the oars over his shoulder. I
came last, with that little bundle in my arms.
The child had stopped crying now, and seemed to be asleep, it was so
still. Mrs. Millar wanted to take it from me, and to undo the blanket,

but my grandfather said 'Bide your time, Mary; bring the child into the
house, my lass; it's bitter cold out here.'
So we all went up through the field, and through our garden and the
court. The blanket was tightly fastened round the child, except at the
top, where room had been left for it to breathe, and I could just see a
little nose and two closed eyes, as I peeped in at the opening.
The bundle was a good weight, and before I reached the house I was
glad of Mrs. Millar's help to carry it. We came into our little kitchen,
and Mrs. Millar took the child on her knee and unfastened the blanket.
'Bless her,' she said, as her tears fell fast, 'it's a little girl!'
'Ay,' said my grandfather, 'so it is; it's a bonnie wee lassie!'
CHAPTER IV.
LITTLE TIMPEY.
I do not think I have ever seen a prettier face than that child's. She had
light brown hair, and round rosy cheeks, and the bluest of blue eyes.
She awoke as we were looking at her, and seeing herself amongst
strangers, she cried bitterly.
'Poor little thing!' said Mrs. Millar. 'She wants her mother.'
'Mam--ma! Ma--ma!' cried the little girl, as she caught the word.
Mrs. Millar fairly broke down at this, and sobbed and cried as much as
the child.
'Come, my lass,' said her husband, 'cheer up! Thee'll make her worse, if
thee takes on so.'
But Mrs. Millar could do nothing but cry. 'Just think if it was our
Polly!' was all that she could say. 'Oh, Jem, just think if it was our Polly
that was calling for me!'

My grandfather took the child from her, and put her on my knee. 'Now,
Mary,' he said, 'get us a bit of fire and something to eat, there's a good
woman! The child's cold and hungered, and we're much about the same
ourselves.'
Mrs. Millar bustled about the house, and soon lighted a blazing fire;
then she ran in next door to see if her children, whom she had left with
a little servant girl, were all right, and she brought back with her some
cold meat for