Flora Lyndsay or, Passages in an Eventful Life Vol. II.   By: Susanna Moodie (1803-1885)

BY MRS. MOODIE.

AUTHOR OF "ROUGHING IT IN THE BUSH," "MARK HURDLESTONE," "LIFE IN THE CLEARINGS," ETC.

IN TWO VOLUMES.

VOL. II.

LONDON: RICHARD BENTLEY, NEW BURLINGTON STREET. 1854.

LONDON: R. CLAY, PRINTER, BREAD STREET HILL.

CONTENTS OF THE SECOND VOLUME.

CHAPTER I. PAGE THE STATE CABIN 3

CHAPTER II. FLORA'S FELLOW PASSENGERS 13

CHAPTER III. THE LAST GLANCE OF SCOTLAND 29

CHAPTER IV. STEPHEN CORRIE 38

CHAPTER V. THE CAPTAIN'S PRENTICE 48

CHAPTER VI. THE LOST JACKET, AND OTHER MATTERS 55

CHAPTER VII. NOAH COTTON THE WIDOW GRIMSHAWE AND HER NEIGHBOURS 73

CHAPTER VIII. THE SISTERS 83

CHAPTER IX. THE GHOST 102

CHAPTER X. THE PROPOSAL 121

CHAPTER XI. THE DISCLOSURE 132

CHAPTER XII. THE NIGHT ALONE 146

CHAPTER XIII. THE MEETING 154

CHAPTER XIV. THE MURDERER'S MANUSCRIPT 159

CHAPTER XV. MY FIRST LOVE 169

CHAPTER XVI. TEMPTATION 179

CHAPTER XVII. THE PLOT 189

CHAPTER XVIII. THE MURDER 199

CHAPTER XIX. MY MOTHER 210

CHAPTER XX. A LAST LOOK AT THE OLD FRIENDS 218

CHAPTER XXI. MY MOTHER AND THE SQUIRE 227

CHAPTER XXII. EVIL THOUGHTS THE PANGS OF REMORSE 242

CHAPTER XXIII. TRUST IN GOD 253

CHAPTER XXIV. FISHING ON THE BANKS 257

CHAPTER XXV. THE STORM 275

CHAPTER XXVI. THE SHIP COMES TO ANCHOR, AND THE BOOK TO A CLOSE 292

FLORA LINDSAY;

OR,

PASSAGES IN AN EVENTFUL LIFE.

CHAPTER I.

THE STATE CABIN.

Why the apartment, into which Flora retreated on going on board was called a State cabin, Flora could not imagine. It was really a very small closet, about seven feet in length, and a very little broader than it was long. It contained neither stool, bench, nor chair, and there was just room enough after closing the door, to turn round. The top of a large chest of painted deal drawers, with a raised board in front, and screened by faded red stuff curtains, formed the bed; for which Lyndsay had purchased a hair mattress and feather pillows, to render it more comfortable during the voyage for his wife and child. This was perched up, however, at such an unreachable height from the ground, that the bed was on a level with Mrs. Lyndsay's chin.

"How in the world shall I ever get into it?" said Flora, appealing to her attendant in a tone half laughing, half crying. "If it is such a difficult thing now when the ship is at anchor, what will it be when she is plunging about in a storm?"

"You had better hax the capting, Marm. He must know the proper way of climbing up, for it was his own berth."

"That will seem so absurd. He may, however, have a step ladder to reach it. Go to him, and ask him, with my compliments, how he gets into bed."

Hannah, returned laughing, and with flushed cheeks.