Well, there is danger in every calling, but far more, I think, in that of the northern fisherman than in any other.
But how doubly dear to him is life on shore, when he reaches his little white-washed cottage, after a successful run, and meets his smiling wife and happy children, who run to greet their daddy home from sea.
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Summer was already on the wane, and July nights were getting longer. Frank must soon seek once more his London home.
But he was healthier, stronger, happier now, by far and away, than when he first arrived at Glenvoie.
Ah! but the parting with everyone, but especially with bonnie young Flora, would be sad and sad indeed.
One morning, about a week before Frank was to leave for the south, Duncan came into his room.
"You and I and Conal are going up the hill to-day," he said, "all by ourselves, and I have something to propose which I feel sure you will be glad to approve of."
"All right!" said Frank.
So after breakfast the three boys slipped away to the hills, without telling anyone what they were after.