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To
have
the
soldier
at
Crossbasket
gave
a
lift
to
David
’
s
spirit
.
But
at
first
he
saw
him
rarely
,
for
it
was
wise
to
let
the
man
settle
down
in
the
place
before
appearing
in
his
company
,
lest
people
should
suspect
a
previous
friendship
.
Mark
Riddel
appeared
to
be
for
ever
on
the
move
,
and
the
minister
met
him
oftenest
on
the
Rood
road
-
-
generally
in
the
early
darkness
.
It
pleased
him
to
think
that
his
neighbour
was
visiting
Calidon
,
for
it
seemed
to
bring
Katrine
nearer
.
But
he
made
no
effort
to
see
the
girl
himself
.
With
the
fall
of
the
leaf
the
season
for
Paradise
had
gone
,
and
he
could
not
seek
her
at
home
till
he
had
unravelled
the
tangle
of
his
own
perplexities
.
The
chief
of
them
was
the
approach
of
Hallowmass
.
He
was
determined
not
for
one
moment
to
forgo
his
charge
against
Chasehope
and
his
coven
,
whatever
the
counter
-
charge
against
himself
might
be
,
and
if
necessary
to
go
in
person
again
to
the
Wood
.
But
his
chief
ally
,
Reiverslaw
,
spent
his
days
drinking
soddenly
in
the
clachan
,
and
when
he
sought
him
out
at
the
ale
-
house
he
got
nothing
but
fuddled
laughter
.
Then
one
morning
he
found
him
on
the
hill
,
and
apparently
in
a
better
mind
.
"
My
ran
-
dan
is
bye
,
"
said
Reiverslaw
sullenly
.
"
Ye
’
ve
cause
to
upbraid
me
,
sir
,
and
no
words
o
’
yours
can
be
waur
than
what
I
gie
mysel
’
.
It
’
s
apt
to
take
me
that
way
at
this
time
o
’
year
,
and
I
think
black
burnin
’
shame
that
I
should
be
sae
thirled
to
the
fauts
o
’
the
flesh
-
-
drinking
like
a
swine
in
a
stye
among
folk
that
,
when
sober
,
I
wadna
touch
wi
’
a
graip
’
s
end
.
I
’
m
no
better
than
the
beasts
that
perish
.
But
I
’
ve
fand
out
ae
thing
in
these
humblin
’
days
.
There
’
ll
be
nae
Wud
at
Hallowmass
.
The
folk
we
ken
o
’
dinna
fancy
the
Wud
aince
the
Lammas
is
bye
,
and
it
’
s
the
clachan
itsel
’
that
will
see
their
next
cantrips
.
"
"
But
there
is
no
place
that
could
contain
them
-
-
"
David
began
.
"
I
ken
,
but
they
maybe
follow
some
ither
gait
.
I
’
ll
be
in
the
kirkton
that
nicht
-
-
na
,
na
,
ye
needna
fear
for
me
,
I
’
ll
no
gang
near
the
hostler
-
wife
-
-
the
verra
thocht
o
’
yill
and
usquebagh
staws
[
sickens
]
me
.
But
I
’
ll
be
there
,
and
you
maun
be
in
the
manse
,
and
we
’
ll
guide
our
gait
according
to
what
the
nicht
brings
forth
.
I
’
ll
wager
Chasehope
will
no
be
long
out
o
’
my
sicht
,
and
if
he
meddles
wi
’
me
he
’
ll
find
me
waur
than
the
Deil
’
s
oxter
.
.
.
.
Keep
a
watch
on
yoursel
’
that
day
,
sir
,
for
there
’
s
mony
will
wish
ye
out
o
’
the
clachan
.
"
The
last
day
of
October
came
,
and
David
rose
to
find
that
the
rain
had
gone
,
and
that
over
the
drenched
hills
had
dawned
a
morning
as
bright
as
April
.
He
spent
the
forenoon
in
distracted
study
,
striving
to
keep
his
mind
on
printed
pages
,
but
his
restlessness
was
such
that
after
dinner
it
sent
him
to
the
moors
.
He
took
his
old
road
for
the
Rood
tops
,
and
by
three
o
’
clock
had
reached
the
pass
from
Clyde
,
where
in
July
he
had
had
his
talk
with
Reiverslaw
.
The
earth
was
soaked
with
the
October
rains
,
and
as
the
sun
’
s
power
declined
in
the
afternoon
a
mist
began
to
creep
out
of
the
glens
.
Insensibly
the
horizon
shortened
,
the
bold
summit
of
Herstane
Craig
became
a
blur
and
then
was
hidden
in
clouds
,
the
light
wind
of
the
morning
died
away
,
and
over
the
land
crept
a
blind
eerie
stillness
.
David
turned
for
home
,
and
long
before
he
had
reached
the
crest
above
Reiverslaw
the
fog
was
down
on
him
.
It
was
still
a
gossamer
covering
through
which
it
was
possible
to
see
a
hundred
yards
ahead
,
but
objects
stood
up
in
it
in
unfamiliar
outlines
-
-
a
sheepfold
like
a
city
wall
,
a
scrag
of
rowan
like
a
forest
tree
.
A
monstrous
figure
appeared
in
the
dimness
,
which
presently
revealed
itself
as
a
man
on
horseback
.
David
saw
that
it
was
Mark
on
his
chestnut
.
