Four vertical brown ink line designs, each with stacked coils, loops and a curled swirl at the base, drawn on a cream background.

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Four vertical swirl motifs in brown ink

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The image shows four thin vertical lines drawn in dark reddish-brown ink on cream paper. Each line carries a series of looped coils and a spiral or curl near the bottom, with a small dot at the top. The linework is even and the designs are evenly spaced, with no shading.

Swirl Spiral Coil Loop Line Dot

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The wire had hung in the yard of Seaview House since before the Abernethys bought it, four lengths of it strung from the gutter to the old pump, each with a bead at the top to keep the rain from running down into the scullery. Mrs Abernethy wanted them taken down. The lodgers wanted them kept. When the wind came off the firth the wire sang, and everybody in Cullen knew a singing wire meant the herring would be in by morning.

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The old landlord had wound a coil into each length, three loops and a curl at the foot, so the note would drop slowly as it fell. Nobody had ever asked him why four. There were four lodgers that winter: a widow who fiddled badly, a clerk who counted gulls off the harbour wall, a boy who slept in the coal hole, and a sailor called Tam Rennie who had not set foot in a boat since his brother drowned. Each of them claimed a wire, and no one else touched it.

In February the sea went flat as a plate and the wires hung dumb for nine days. The fishermen began to grumble. On the tenth night Tam went out in his socks and found his bead had slipped to the middle of the wire, dulling the sound. He pushed it up with his thumb, slowly, the way you would settle a child, and the coil began to hum. Before first light the wind had turned, and the boats came in so heavy the harbour wall shook.

Mrs Abernethy counted the four dots at breakfast, one for each lodger, and said nothing about the wire again. She let the kettle sing, and then she let the yard sing too.