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But
the
consequent
feeling
was
not
of
hopelessness
but
of
a
tight
-
lipped
rage
.
He
longed
to
be
in
a
world
where
blows
could
be
struck
swift
and
clean
,
and
where
hazards
were
tangible
things
like
steel
and
powder
.
Not
for
the
first
time
in
his
life
he
wished
that
he
had
been
a
soldier
.
He
was
striving
against
folly
and
ignorance
,
blind
prejudice
,
false
conventions
,
narrow
covenants
.
How
much
better
to
be
fighting
with
armed
men
!
Isobel
met
him
at
the
manse
door
with
a
portentous
face
.
"
There
’
s
a
new
man
come
to
Crossbasket
,
"
she
announced
.
"
His
plenishin
’
cam
’
up
the
water
this
mornin
’
-
-
four
horse
-
loads
-
-
and
the
drovers
are
bringin
’
his
sheep
and
kye
.
I
saw
the
body
himsel
’
in
the
kirkton
an
hour
syne
.
He
’
s
the
rale
down
-
the
-
water
fairmer
breed
,
verra
weel
set
up
and
no
that
auld
,
and
he
wears
a
maud
like
a
herd
.
But
Mr
.
David
,
sir
"
-
-
she
lowered
her
voice
-
-
"
guess
ye
wha
he
is
?
I
couldna
be
mistook
,
and
when
he
cried
me
guid
day
I
saw
brawly
that
he
kenned
me
and
kenned
that
I
kenned
him
.
He
ca
’
s
himsel
’
Mark
Riddel
,
but
it
’
s
the
glee
’
d
sodger
man
that
lay
in
our
best
bed
.
"
Ill
news
travels
fast
,
and
by
noon
next
day
word
of
the
complaint
against
their
minister
,
of
Mr
.
Muirhead
’
s
suspension
of
him
from
the
pulpit
,
and
of
David
’
s
defiance
was
in
the
mouth
of
every
parishioner
in
Woodilee
.
David
was
aware
of
curious
eyes
following
him
as
he
went
about
the
place
,
and
of
a
new
constraint
on
the
part
of
most
of
his
Kirk
Session
.
Peter
Pennecuik
fled
his
approach
,
and
could
be
seen
hobbling
into
the
nearest
kailyard
,
while
Mirehope
,
when
he
met
him
,
gave
him
greeting
with
averted
face
.
But
he
noted
,
too
,
a
certain
sympathy
in
others
.
Women
,
who
had
formerly
avoided
him
,
had
now
a
friendly
word
,
especially
the
young
ones
,
and
Alison
Geddie
-
-
whose
name
had
appeared
in
his
charge
-
-
was
overheard
,
as
he
passed
,
to
comment
in
her
pea
-
hen
voice
to
her
gossip
:
"
Peety
for
sae
wise
-
like
a
lad
,
and
him
aye
with
the
kind
word
and
the
open
hand
to
puir
folk
.
"
Isobel
,
whose
face
was
now
always
heavy
with
unspoken
news
,
he
kept
at
a
distance
,
for
in
these
days
he
was
trying
to
make
peace
with
his
soul
.
By
day
and
by
night
,
on
the
hills
and
in
his
closet
,
he
examined
himself
to
find
in
his
conscience
cause
of
offence
.
He
went
over
every
step
in
his
past
course
and
could
discover
no
other
way
than
that
he
had
followed
.
He
could
not
see
matter
for
blame
in
an
act
of
common
charity
,
though
Old
Testament
precedents
might
be
quoted
against
it
;
nor
could
he
blame
himself
for
his
war
against
the
things
of
the
Wood
.
If
he
read
his
duty
more
by
the
dispensation
of
Christ
than
of
Moses
,
it
was
Christ
whom
he
had
been
ordained
to
preach
.
.
.
.
Of
Katrine
he
scarcely
suffered
himself
to
think
.
She
was
a
thing
too
fine
and
gracious
to
be
touched
with
such
doleful
cares
.
Yet
it
was
the
thought
of
her
which
kept
youth
alive
in
him
,
and
in
his
dreariest
moments
gave
him
a
lift
of
the
heart
.
When
he
looked
down
from
the
Hill
of
Deer
on
the
dark
shroud
of
Melanudrigill
and
beside
it
the
shaws
of
birch
and
hazel
which
stretched
towards
Calidon
,
he
saw
his
strife
as
a
thing
natural
and
predestined
,
and
he
himself
as
only
a
puppet
in
the
grip
of
primordial
powers
.
The
thought
gave
him
the
confidence
which
springs
from
humility
.
On
the
Sabbath
he
preached
from
a
text
in
Ecclesiastes
:
"
So
I
returned
,
and
considered
all
the
oppressions
that
are
done
under
the
sun
:
and
behold
the
tears
of
such
as
were
oppressed
,
and
they
had
no
comforter
;
and
on
the
side
of
their
oppressors
there
was
power
;
but
they
had
no
comforter
.
"
His
hearers
looked
no
doubt
for
some
topical
word
,
but
they
did
not
find
it
;
few
realized
the
meaning
of
a
discourse
which
David
preached
rather
to
himself
than
to
others
.
It
was
a
confession
of
faith
,
a
plea
for
personal
religion
,
and
an
anathema
against
shibboleths
and
formulas
which
did
not
dwell
in
the
heart
.
So
long
as
religion
is
a
pawn
in
a
game
of
politics
-
-
the
argument
ran
-
-
so
long
will
there
be
oppressors
and
oppressed
,
with
truth
the
perquisite
of
neither
side
,
and
therefore
comfort
to
none
.
.
.
.
The
congregation
was
notably
reduced
,
for
the
five
elders
and
their
families
were
absent
.
But
there
was
one
new
figure
who
sat
modestly
in
the
back
parts
of
the
kirk
.
It
was
that
of
a
man
of
middle
age
,
dressed
like
the
other
farmers
in
homespun
,
but
holding
himself
with
a
spruceness
rare
in
a
place
where
men
and
women
were
soon
bowed
in
the
shoulders
by
unremitting
toil
.
His
cheeks
were
shaven
,
so
that
he
stood
out
from
the
others
,
since
,
besides
the
minister
,
only
Chasehope
was
unbearded
.
His
skin
was
as
brown
as
a
hazel
-
nut
,
and
though
the
face
was
composed
to
a
decent
gravity
,
there
was
a
vigour
in
the
lines
of
it
which
spoke
of
a
life
not
always
grave
.
The
man
had
a
blue
bonnet
of
a
pattern
common
nearer
the
Border
-
-
smaller
than
the
ordinary
type
which
came
from
the
Westlands
-
-
and
after
the
fashion
of
Cheviot
and
Liddesdale
he
had
a
checked
plaid
of
the
kind
called
shepherds
’
tartan
.
But
in
the
cast
in
the
left
eye
,
shown
by
a
sudden
lifting
of
the
face
,
he
revealed
his
identity
.
The
stranger
did
not
wait
to
speak
to
the
minister
,
but
David
found
Amos
Ritchie
at
the
kirkyard
gate
,
and
asked
concerning
him
.
"
It
’
s
the
new
man
that
has
ta
’
en
the
tack
o
’
Crossbasket
,
"
was
the
answer
.
"
He
’
s
frae
the
far
Borders
-
-
Jeddart
way
,
they
tell
me
-
-
and
it
’
s
no
easy
to
understand
the
wild
hill
tongue
o
’
him
.
But
he
’
s
a
decent
,
weel
-
spoken
body
,
and
it
seems
he
’
s
a
skilly
fairmer
and
a
graund
judge
o
’
sheep
.
He
has
stockit
his
mailin
’
weel
,
and
has
a
full
hirsel
on
Windyways
.
.
.
.
Na
,
he
’
s
a
single
man
and
bauds
to
himsel
’
,
though
he
has
a
name
for
a
guid
neebor
.
"
Amos
accompanied
the
minister
to
the
manse
,
and
there
was
a
shy
friendliness
in
his
air
,
as
if
he
regretted
the
estrangement
of
the
summer
.
