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David
left
the
minister
of
Cauldshaw
ingeminating
that
name
,
and
in
a
blink
of
fine
weather
set
out
on
his
way
home
.
He
was
on
foot
and
beyond
Reiverslaw
,
where
the
road
first
runs
out
of
the
birks
to
the
Hill
of
Deer
,
when
he
was
overtaken
by
a
horseman
.
The
mount
was
no
farmer
’
s
shelty
or
minister
’
s
garron
,
but
a
mettled
chestnut
mare
,
with
marks
of
breed
in
head
and
paces
,
and
he
who
rode
her
was
the
new
tacksman
of
Crossbasket
.
In
that
open
bright
place
there
could
be
no
eavesdropper
.
The
rider
dismounted
and
flung
his
arms
round
the
minister
.
"
I
pay
my
debt
,
"
he
cried
,
"
by
becoming
your
dutiful
parishioner
,
your
next
-
door
neighbour
,
and
your
faithful
hearer
ilka
Sabbath
.
.
.
.
Danger
,
you
say
.
Man
,
the
darkest
hidy
-
hole
is
just
under
the
light
,
and
the
best
sanctuary
for
a
hunted
man
is
where
he
is
not
expected
.
They
’
re
riping
the
ports
for
Mark
Kerr
,
once
captain
of
Mackay
’
s
and
till
late
a
brigadier
under
the
King
’
s
Captain
-
general
,
but
they
’
ll
no
trouble
about
honest
Mark
Riddel
,
a
plain
farmer
-
body
from
Teviotside
,
that
comes
up
Aller
seeking
a
better
tack
and
has
mair
knowledge
of
sheep
than
any
herd
on
the
hills
.
And
Mark
will
pay
his
way
with
good
white
siller
,
and
will
be
a
kind
neighbour
at
kirk
and
market
.
My
Roxburghe
kin
are
buried
deep
,
but
there
’
s
folk
in
Woodilee
already
that
mind
of
my
great
-
aunt
that
was
married
into
Annandale
,
and
my
cousin
once
removed
that
was
a
herd
in
Megget
.
Trust
an
old
soldier
for
making
a
fine
palisado
around
him
of
credible
lees
.
I
run
no
risk
save
the
new
ones
that
I
make
for
myself
,
and
I
’
m
in
no
mind
for
that
,
for
a
peaceful
year
or
two
will
be
good
for
my
soul
,
till
I
see
whatna
way
the
cat
jumps
.
Montrose
must
get
him
abroad
,
and
if
I
’
m
to
bide
quiet
let
it
be
in
my
own
countryside
and
not
in
a
stinking
foreign
city
.
.
.
.
But
for
yourself
,
Mr
.
David
?
From
all
I
hear
you
’
ve
been
making
an
ill
bed
to
lie
on
.
"
They
sat
down
in
the
roadside
heather
,
and
David
brought
up
to
date
the
tale
which
he
had
first
told
him
in
the
deeps
of
the
Wood
.
To
unburden
himself
to
this
man
was
a
greater
comfort
than
his
talk
at
Cauldshaw
,
for
this
was
one
accustomed
to
desperate
straits
and
chances
,
and
of
a
spirit
more
akin
to
his
own
.
The
soldier
whistled
and
looked
grave
.
"
Faith
,
you
’
ve
stirred
up
the
hornets
,
and
it
’
s
not
easy
to
see
where
you
will
get
the
sulphur
to
smoor
them
.
There
’
s
much
in
common
between
you
and
my
Lord
Marquis
.
You
see
the
ills
of
the
land
and
make
haste
to
redd
them
,
but
you
have
no
great
notion
of
what
is
possible
.
"
"
You
would
not
have
had
me
do
otherwise
?
"
"
No
,
no
.
I
like
your
spirit
fine
,
and
beyond
doubt
you
’
ve
taken
the
honest
road
.
But
we
live
in
a
pitiful
world
,
where
honesty
is
an
ill
-
requited
trade
;
and
you
’
ve
let
yourself
be
forced
into
defence
,
whilk
is
an
unpleasant
position
for
a
campaigner
.
.
.
.
Count
me
on
your
side
,
but
let
me
take
my
own
gait
.
It
winna
do
for
you
and
me
to
appear
to
be
chief
[
friendly
]
in
public
.
I
’
ll
make
haste
to
conciliate
the
mammon
of
unrighteousness
-
-
whilk
I
take
to
be
Chasehope
-
-
so
dinna
wonder
if
you
hear
that
the
two
of
us
are
like
brothers
.
But
it
’
s
the
Kirk
I
fear
,
your
own
sacred
calling
,
Mr
.
David
.
One
shilpit
body
in
bands
and
a
Geneva
gown
,
the
way
things
are
guided
now
,
is
more
powerful
than
a
troop
of
horse
,
and
less
easy
to
get
upsides
with
.
.
.
.
Still
and
on
,
I
’
m
at
hand
across
the
glebe
,
and
we
’
ll
no
be
beat
for
lack
of
good
contriving
.
The
night
’
s
the
time
,
when
we
can
step
across
and
collogue
at
our
ease
.
"
