give him
his English name, and at last the fact that he possessed one almost
faded from his friends', as well as his own, mind.

IV

"CAPE CANADA"

The ocean bursts in very wrath,
The waters rush and whirl
As the hardy diver cleaves a path
Down to the treasured pearl.
--GEORGE HERBERT CLARKE.

The days sped swiftly, and Scotty learned many things both in and out
of school. In the latter department his chief instructor was his
nearest neighbour. Peter Lauchie was fourteen, and a wonderful man of
the world in Scotty's eyes; but in spite of the great disparity of
years the two were much together. From his companion Scotty learned
many great lessons. The first and cardinal principle laid down was
that all who hailed from the Oa must wage internecine war upon the
Flats and must despise and ignore all English and Lowlanders. Another
was that one might as well make up one's mind to attend to business
during McAllister's glacial period, but that, when a more genial
atmosphere pervaded the school, the farther one went in inventing new
forms of mischief the more likely was one to become a hero.

Peter Lauchie further explained that all Pat Murphy's crew were nothing
but Fenians. He pronounced the evil word in a whisper, and added in a
more sepulchral tone that the Caldwell boys and a lot more Irish from
the Flats, yes, and "Hoak" Tucker's people, too, were Orangemen. These
terrible disclosures filled Scotty with vague alarm; for, though he
strove to keep his companionship a secret, there could be no doubt that
most of his time at school was spent in the very pleasant company of
Danny Murphy and "Hash" Tucker; and furthermore that, since the day she
had saved him from old McAllister's clutches, Nancy Caldwell had been
the bright, particular star of his existence. He had no doubt that
Nancy returned his devotion, either; for she brought him big lumps of
maple sugar and the rosiest apples, and was always anxious that he
should share her cake. Of course, she was apt to exact payment for
these favours, and would chase him all over the school and kiss him in
spite of his fiercest struggles. But, nevertheless, Nancy held his
heart. Surely she could not be anything very wicked. Fenians he knew
something about; the Fenian Raids had been talked of in his home ever
since he could remember. Orangemen might not be quite so bad. He made
up his mind he would ask Hamish all about it.

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