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For
a
second
Gibbie
stopped
as
if
thunderstruck
.
"
Your
folk
!
"
he
cried
.
"
In
the
Wud
!
"
Then
he
perceived
David
’
s
meaning
.
"
Na
,
na
.
There
’
s
nae
dwallin
’
there
.
Nether
Fennan
is
no
far
off
and
Reiverslaw
is
a
bowshot
from
the
trees
,
but
to
bide
in
the
Wud
!
-
-
Na
,
na
,
a
man
would
be
sair
left
to
himsel
’
ere
he
ventured
that
!
There
’
s
nae
hoose
biggit
[
built
]
by
human
hand
that
wadna
be
clawed
doun
by
bogles
afore
the
wa
’
rase
a
span
frae
the
grund
.
"
At
the
outfield
of
Mirehope
Gibbie
fled
abruptly
,
chanting
like
a
night
bird
.
The
minister
sat
at
his
supper
of
porridge
and
buttermilk
when
Isobel
broke
in
on
him
,
her
apple
-
hued
face
solemn
and
tearful
.
"
There
’
s
ill
news
frae
up
the
water
,
Mr
.
Sempill
.
It
’
s
Marion
Simpson
,
her
that
’
s
wife
to
Richie
Smail
,
the
herd
o
’
the
Greenshiel
.
Marion
,
puir
body
,
has
been
ill
wi
’
a
wastin
’
the
past
twalmonth
,
and
now
it
seems
she
’
s
near
her
release
.
Johnnie
Dow
,
the
packman
,
is
ben
the
house
,
and
he
has
brocht
word
that
Richie
is
fair
dementit
,
and
that
the
wife
is
no
like
to
last
the
nicht
,
and
would
the
minister
come
up
to
the
Greenshiel
.
They
’
ve
nae
bairns
,
the
Lord
be
thankit
;
but
Richie
and
Marion
have
aye
been
fell
fond
o
’
ither
,
and
Richie
’
s
an
auld
exercised
Christian
and
has
been
many
times
spoken
o
’
for
the
eldership
.
I
doot
ye
’
ll
hae
to
tak
’
the
road
,
sir
.
"
It
was
his
first
call
to
pastoral
duty
,
and
,
though
he
had
hoped
to
be
at
his
books
by
candle
-
light
,
David
responded
gladly
.
He
put
his
legs
into
boots
,
saddled
his
grey
cob
,
flung
his
plaid
round
his
shoulders
,
and
in
ten
minutes
was
ready
to
start
.
Isobel
watched
him
like
a
mother
.
"
I
’
ll
hae
a
cup
o
’
burned
yill
[
ale
]
waitin
’
for
ye
to
fend
off
the
cauld
-
-
no
but
what
it
’
s
a
fine
lown
[
mild
]
nicht
.
Ye
ken
the
road
,
sir
?
Up
by
Mirehope
and
round
by
the
back
o
’
the
Hill
.
"
"
There
’
s
a
quicker
way
by
Roodfoot
,
and
on
this
errand
there
’
s
no
time
to
lose
.
"
"
But
that
’
s
through
the
Wud
,
"
Isobel
gasped
.
"
It
’
s
no
me
that
would
go
through
the
Wud
in
the
dark
,
nor
naebody
in
Woodilee
.
But
a
minister
is
different
,
nae
doot
.
"
"
The
road
is
plain
?
"
he
asked
.
"
Aye
,
it
’
s
plain
eneuch
.
