In the midst of this baby-waking of the world, the boat must glide into her new life.
Alec got one of the men on the farm to _yoke a horse_ to bring the boat to the river.

With the help of George she was soon placed in the cart, and Alec and Curly got in beside her.

The little creature looked very much like a dead fish, as she lay jolting in the hot sun, with a motion irksome to her delicate sides, her prow sticking awkwardly over the horse's back, and her stern projecting as far beyond the cart behind.
Thus often is the human boat borne painfully to the stream on which thereafter it shall glide contentedly through and out of the world.
When they had got about half-way, Alec said to Curly: "I wonner what's come o' Annie, Curly?
It wad be a shame to lainch the boat wantin' her." "Deed it wad.

I s' jist rin and luik after her, an' ye can luik efter the boat." So saying, Curly was out of the cart with a bound.

Away he ran over a field of potatoes, straight as the crow flies, while the cart went slowly on towards the Glamour.
"Whaur's Annie Anderson ?" he cried, as he burst into Robert Bruce's shop.
"What's _your_ business ?" asked the Bruce--a question which evidently looked for no answer.
"Alec wants her." "Weel, he will want her," retorted Robert, shutting his jaws with a snap, and grinning a smileless grin from ear to ear, like the steel clasp of a purse.