1885
T THOMSON & SON,
Boot and Shoe Manufacturers.
HAVE always a Large Stock of BOOTS, SHOES, and SLIPPERS,
At Very Low Prices.
Ploughmen’s Strong, Water-tight, Tacketty Boots from 9s 6d to 14s.
Lacing, Lorne, and Balmoral., from 9s to 134.
Gent’s, Lorne and Lacing Shoes from 6s 6d to 13s 6d.
Ladies’ Boots, Shoes, and Slippers in the newest Styles.
Boys’ and Girls’ School and Dress Boots in great variety.
T. T. & Son have always a Large Stock of SEA BOOTS, KNEE BOOTS,
WELLINGTONS, and BLUCHERS, at their Warehouses,
34 James Street, Cellardyke, AND 14 and 16 Shore Street, Anstruther.
All Repairs done on the Shortest Notice, whether Sold by us or not.
Every inducement given for Ready Cash.
THE KILRENNY CHARTER CHESTS. —We are requested to state in reference to the proceedings at the Police Board last week that Mr Watson gave up the charter chests, with everything else belonging to the burgh in his possession, within the week after he had been relieved from the Provostship
ALARMING ACCIDENT —As Mr Alexander Donaldson, baker at the East End of Cellardyke was serving his customers in West Anstruther on Friday evening, the pony, a fiery little animal, from some unexplained cause bolted before he had well taken his seat in the van. Dashing at full career, it took that most dangerous of all angles, the Buckie House corner, so quickly as to upset the van by the Town Hall. In the meantime Mr Donaldson’s boy of fourteen leaped from the back of the vehicle, and thus escaped with no more serious hurt than the spraining of his foot; but Mr Donaldson himself was thrown with such tremendous violence against the wall and footpath, as, with other injuries, to break his collar bone and three of his ribs, at the moment, indeed, the impression of the bystanders was that he was killed on the spot, but on being conveyed home and attended to by Dr Macallum, with his assistant, Dr Lynch, his friends had every encouragement to hope well of his convalescence.
SALE OF PROPERTY. We understand that our townsman, Mr James Henderson, has just sold one of the twin houses to Skipper David Anderson (Fulton) the nucleus of the new street that is to run at right angles to the north of Rodger Street, Cellardyke. These are on the most approved scale, and as such may be well referred to as the model homes of the coast. Two storey high, they include a commodious parlour and kitchen, with the closet, &c. on each floor. The garrett or attic room-28 feet by 20 and 14 to the ridge is also specially designed for the storage of nets and other tackle. There is likewise a tidy little area In front, with the boilerhouse and garden in the rear, in which the hardy fisher can not only enjoy the fragrance of the rose and of the jessamine, but in which he may also, at his leisure, rope or refit his gear. The domestic conveniences include a w.c.; nor can we overlook the consideration shown by the builder in fitting them with pipes, so as to be ready for the new water supply from Balmonth, or other point, by gravitation. The property, which will thus accommodate two families, has been sold for about £350. We further learn that Mr Henderson is to proceed at once with the rest of the section – some ten houses in all, and situated so invitingly as to have the Culdee Burn on the west, the gardens of Rodger Street on the east: and, with a beautiful prospect of sea and shore, it is not surprising that more than one young skipper is advising about a “rooftree” on the corner.
THE END OF THE HERRING DRAVE—FISHER HOME LIFE SKETCHES OF THE SEA. —To-day the shore is as busy in storing the tackle or dismantling the big boat as it was a couple of months ago in fitting out for the cruise. Opinions were never so conflicting as to the result; but in official circles it is said that the four hundred boats between Inverie and the Golden Strand will average 200 crans, but with a deduction of 10 to 20 percent, for overdue herrings. Be this, however, as it may, with only too many the season has been from first to last one of the most fruitless and disappointing for the last twenty years. Adversity is not confined to any particular lot or calling —the crofter may lose his harvest, or the trader his market: but these ever-recurring waves of misfortune are specially to be lamented in the harvest of the sea. Glance, for Instance, at the economy of the fisher home —there in the weather-beaten veteran after his weary and anxious toil, and with him the faithful partner of the crosses, and joys of life—her blue eye beaming with delight, and her every footstep telling of the gladness at her heart now that her ain guidman is once more safe at home. The ploughshare of time has been busy on that honest brow—yes, since those happy days when her ribbons flattered so gaily at the kirk stile; but, ah, where are all the brave lads and lasses that made the old Tollooth, with its grim arch, dirl on her wedding night. There are changes everywhere; but they will tell you how, in frost and snow, she was the first at the scaup or mussel bed, be it at Anstruther or the river. It was the same with the cry “the boats are comm’,” for there she is on the lowest of the long steps—her napkin as dripping with wet as the jacket of her young husband after tacking In the teeth of the storm, with every hand, save that at the tiller, intent with the pump or the bail dish, to keep the gallant little craft on the crest of the billows—her errand being forth, scull or line basket, with which, after a word or two of sympathy, or a look more eloquent still, she hurries away. But her task is only to begin, though singing the while like any blackbird in Innergellie woods to the children at her knee, she takes her seat to shell and bait, till the line, with its 500 hooks, is again ready for sea, when she is as likely as not to help Rob with it to the boat, true to the motto her old mother liked so well—”the road and the burden is but half wi’ anither tae share it.” And so, it was daily, unless some new and increased duty came round with the season; and look all the while how the shadows were falling above and around her – yes, there was a sunny brow and ma joyous step, but, ah, the cruel sea, and there is also to her more than one very precious spot yonder in the old church yard. This is no fancy sketch, but a picture of real life. Nor is it a solitary photograph, but only one of the mothers of the coast, though in giving it we have missed the point, if our readers are not so interested as to ask what are the fortunes of the season to such a one. Here it is, and she has, we regret to say, only too many sisters—her sons, at least those about the fireside, came home with little or nothing last autumn from the south, and then, like so many neighbours, they did not always take out what they put into the winter sea. The summer came: but it will not soon be forgotten for the ill-luck at Kinsale, and now, as we have said, there is hardly a shilling to settle accounts, or restore the lint on the naked raips there in the corner. In fact, it is to begin life against the very foot of the ladder, so that it is little wonder if some are tempted to “let the tow gan wi’ the bucket;” but it is far otherwise, as a rule. On every side you see how an abiding trust in the Fatherhood of God enables those with such a sheet anchor to wait and work till the evening, when a sweet voice shall as of old, to the tempest, “Peace, be still.” In consequence of the light and baffling winds, many of the boats had only made the harbour on Sabbath or later in the week; but on Tuesday the errand was so well over at Cellardyke, as at Pittenweem and St Monance, that the boatman was summoning the skippers to arrange about hauling up the boats. Thus, the meantime, is bustle and hurry to stow away after one adventure so as to be ready for the next, viz, the herring sea at Scarborough or Yarmouth, to which the sea-going fleet, possibly 140 sail, will again steer in the course of the next three weeks. The half-dealsmen of the season are understood to have been equal to a battalion thirteen hundred strong. Not a few were load tradesmen and others, thankful in this way to fill a slack or Idle interval but, as a rule, they were brawny Celts from “the land of the heather,” or perhaps the Western Isles. There was a time when, fired with drink, the hot blood would so boil that fighting would be the order of the day from the port to the bulwark’ but with the train every few hours to carry them home, and the kindly precautions of the skipper to guard them on the way, we are not aware of a single stranger being in the hands of the police. It is true there was more than one escapade, as in the case of poor Donald, who was carefully stowed at Pittenweem, but only to waken again on the return of the last train to the platform; or another old acquaintance, who conceived himself robbed of his drave, some £11, till that clever young detective, P.C. White, found the missing notes in the tail of shirt.
THE LAST ARRIVALS. A little squadron of five or six being overtaken by the gale on the voyage from Shetland only arrived at Anstruther about the end of this week. This is no new expedition. In one of the ever-recurring failures in the Forth, the Fife fishers went to Lerwick and the other islets, three hundred years ago; but the present season is by far the most successful on record—in no small degree, in fact, it redeems the misfortunes of the year to those so employed. Upwards of 70 boats were fitted out from Cellardyke, and about 30 from Pittenweem for the early fishing; but a month later, or towards the end of July, many, or rather most of them, retired to Fraserburgh or Peterhead; but those who remained fished from 300 to 550 crans. Up to a given date the price was only 15s, but without bounty. We hear that one boat, and this not the king fisher, earned the goodly sum of £451, or, deducting the expenses, about £50 to a deal. It is no secret, you read it in every fishing report, that in not a few cases the merchants are only making a payment to account, instead of, as in former seasons, settling with their crews. The balance, usually from 25 to 40 per cent., is to be sent after the first remittance from the Baltic, say in a couple of months or so, but in the meantime it has caused no little inconvenience, If not hardship, to those dependant on the season. Another kindly feature of the fishing is the circumstance that the gear has been considerably less damaged than in the stormy seas of Buchan. It is also pleasing to add that our Fife fishermen have won the golden opinions of the Islanders, especially for the way they honoured the Sabbath and the appointed means of grace. Their boats and tackle were likewise greatly admired, and in reference to this we hear that the lucky old Cellardyke favourite, the “Jessie’s,” had been sold by Skipper Brunton, at Lerwick, for the price, as the story goes, of £140.
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