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Chapter X ST. MUNGO
The next day at sunrise the American coast had disappeared; not a ship was visible on
the horizon, and the Dolphin, moderating the frightful rapidity of her speed, made quietly
towards the Bermudas. It is useless to recount the passage across
the Atlantic, which was marked by no accidents, and ten days after the departure from Queenstown
the French coast was hailed. What passed between the Captain and the young
girl may be imagined, even by the least observant individuals. How could Mr. Halliburtt acknowledge
the devotion and courage of his deliverer, if it was not by making him the happiest of
men? James Playfair did not wait for English seas to declare to the father and daughter
the sentiments which overflowed his heart, and, if Crockston is to be believed, Miss
Jenny received his confession with a happiness she did not try to conceal.
Thus it happened that on the 14th of February, 18—, a numerous crowd was collected in the
dim aisles of St. Mungo, the old cathedral of Glasgow. There were ***, merchants,
manufacturers, magistrates, and some of every denomination gathered here. There was Miss
Jenny in bridal array and beside her the worthy Crockston, resplendent in apple-green clothes,
with gold buttons, whilst Uncle Vincent stood proudly by his nephew.
In short, they were celebrating the marriage of James Playfair, of the firm of Vincent
Playfair & Co., of Glasgow, with Miss Jenny Halliburtt, of Boston.
The ceremony was accomplished amidst great pomp. Everyone knew the history of the Dolphin,
and everyone thought the young Captain well recompensed for his devotion. He alone said
that his reward was greater than he deserved. In the evening there was a grand ball and
banquet at Uncle Vincent's house, with a large distribution of shillings to the crowd collected
in Gordon Street. Crockston did ample justice to this memorable feast, while keeping himself
perfectly within bounds. Everyone was happy at this wedding; some at
their own happiness, and others at the happiness around them, which is not always the case
at ceremonies of this kind. Late in the evening, when the guests had retired,
James Playfair took his uncle's hand. "Well, Uncle Vincent," said he to him.
"Well, Nephew James?" "Are you pleased with the charming cargo I
brought you on board the Dolphin?" continued Captain Playfair, showing him his brave young
wife. "I am quite satisfied," replied the worthy
merchant; "I have sold my cotton at three hundred and seventy-five per cent. profit."
End of The Blockade Runners