A Child of the Glens | Page 7

conflict, and
did not even flow over the children's feet. Elsie, therefore, sprang
forward almost to the spot where the wave had broken, and brought
down her rake into the midst of a huge and tangled mass. The retiring
wave struggled hard to retain its own, so that the child was fairly drawn
out by its force.
"Let go, let go!" cried Jim, as he caught the girl's dress to help her
resistance; "the rake will float in again."
But Elsie was fascinated. She felt at once that the body she held was
solid, though soft and yielding, and so she clung to the long
rake-handle with all her might. The conflict was over in a few moments.
The waters retired defeated, and left upon the sands a dark, limp,
saturated body.

"Come away, come away!" shrieked the boy, as Elsie was cautiously
advancing towards the mysterious object. The girl stood still, and
hesitated a moment, while a vague dread crept over her. What was it
that lay there in the bleak, cold twilight, so still and shapeless, and yet
with such an awful suggestion of life about it? She was lost in
bewilderment when the boy's voice recalled her--
"Elsie, Elsie, mind the wave!"
She had but a moment in which to spring back, as the third giant,
towering above its predecessors, lifted the inert body on its crest, and
flung it contemptuously high up upon the shore. Then the waters swept
back and left the two children shivering alone on the strand: behind
them were the dull, dead heaps of sea-weed, and at their feet a black
mass of clothing. The children clung together in silent awe. Neither of
them had ever seen a dead body. Hitherto death had been an abstraction,
but now they felt themselves face to face with the reality.
[Illustration: A strange waif of the sea.]
"Let's run and look for father," suggested Jim, in a frightened whisper.
"We can't leave her alone, Jim," responded the girl, now pale and grave
as she had never been before, and looking from the body to the line of
foaming water but a few feet beyond; "the tide might turn and take her
away again."
"I wish it had not brought her!" gasped Jim, through his chattering
teeth.
"Hush," said Elsie; and then, after a pause, "if you go fetch some one,
I'll stay here."
"Aren't you afraid? I am."
"Go," said Elsie, "go quick; it's getting dark."
Hesitatingly the boy left her, and walked almost backwards till he

reached the top of the beach; then, with a short cry of fear, he turned his
hack on the sea, and ran up the path towards his home.
Elsie stood alone with the dead. She looked on the heaps of sea-weeds,
and then along the line of breakers, that seemed even now gathering
strength for a return movement. It was a trying ordeal for a child of ten,
but the terrible novelty of the situation seemed to give her courage. She
advanced towards the body, which she now saw was that of a woman
dressed in black. She lay upon her back, the face only hidden by the
tangled hair and sea-weed. Elsie noticed as she gazed, for what seemed
hours, on the still form, that there was a gold chain round the neck, and
two rings on the finger of the hand that rested upon the beach. As the
gloom of the afternoon deepened, a sense of pity and yearning quite
new to her, and which destroyed all fear, crept over the child. An
irresistible longing urged her to draw back the tangled hair from the
face. For a moment she turned away terrified, but then knelt down, and
with trembling hands began to draw out the weeds, and to smooth back
the heavy brown hair from the cold face. She grew absorbed in her task,
and almost fancied the worn, yet beautiful and gentle features looked
pleased and grateful. She even ventured to lift the heavy arm from the
sand, but it fell back so stiffly that the child was terrified, and stood a
little apart, wondering where the poor lady had come from. She knew
not how long she had waited, when she was aroused by the sound of a
voice. Looking up, she beheld Michael McAravey by her side.
"Well, Elsie, lass, what's all this? There 's that wee fool Jim crying
himself into fits, and raving about dead bodies in the sea-weed. Blessed
mother! so it is a dead body," he added, excitedly, as he caught sight of
the object of Elsie's regard. The old man was only unnerved for a
moment; then turning his back to the sea and putting his hands to his
mouth, he gave a loud "halloa," which echoed across the