Tales of Our Coast

THE SMUGGLERS OF THE CLONE.. 'Rise Robin rise! The partans are on the sands!'. The crying at our little window raised me out of a sound sleep for I had been out seeing the Myreside lasses late the night before and was far from being wake-rife at two by the clock on a February morning.. It was the first time the summons had come to me for I was then but young. Hitherto it was my brother John who had answered the raising word of the free-traders spoken at the window. But now John had a farm-steading of his own thanks to Sir William Maxwell and to my father's siller that had paid for the stock. ..