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Another
recalled
"
saxteen
fifteen
,
named
the
Lown
Year
,
when
there
was
nae
frost
,
and
a
blight
o
’
worms
and
cawterpillars
and
hairy
objects
fell
on
the
land
.
"
And
every
wife
in
the
parish
,
when
at
Christmas
the
grass
was
still
rank
and
high
,
and
hips
and
haws
still
hung
on
the
bushes
,
quoted
dolefully
the
saw
that
"
a
green
Yule
makes
a
fat
kirkyard
.
"
But
if
there
was
a
presage
of
calamity
in
it
for
the
thoughtful
,
it
was
weather
of
a
rare
beauty
for
those
who
had
the
heart
to
enjoy
it
.
There
was
no
sickness
in
the
parish
and
as
yet
no
hunger
,
so
David
’
s
pastoral
duties
were
light
.
He
was
on
the
uplands
most
of
the
day
,
and
now
his
feet
took
him
away
from
the
Hill
of
Deer
and
the
north
ridge
of
Rood
and
across
the
glen
to
the
hills
between
Calidon
and
Aller
,
for
there
he
could
meet
Katrine
with
no
fear
of
interfering
parishioners
.
The
garrison
had
been
withdrawn
from
Calidon
,
since
Nicholas
was
known
to
be
out
of
the
country
and
Mistress
Saintserf
was
regarded
as
well
affected
,
but
David
did
not
go
there
.
So
long
as
the
short
afternoons
were
crystal
under
a
canopy
of
blue
,
and
the
sun
set
behind
Herstane
Craig
in
gold
and
crimson
,
the
place
for
lovers
was
the
hill
,
for
there
the
world
was
narrowed
to
themselves
.
But
the
minister
’
s
conscience
smote
him
at
last
,
and
on
New
Year
’
s
morning
he
presented
himself
at
Calidon
door
.
By
arrangement
Katrine
was
not
there
,
and
from
her
aunt
he
got
the
tempestuous
welcome
which
custom
ordained
as
appropriate
to
the
season
.
"
Sit
ye
down
,
sir
,
and
prie
our
shortcake
and
October
.
Yours
is
the
first
stranger
foot
that
has
crossed
this
threshold
,
and
it
’
s
surely
propitious
that
it
should
be
a
minister
’
s
.
Our
ain
Mr
.
James
is
lyin
’
again
,
for
this
lown
weather
doesna
’
gree
wi
’
him
,
though
it
’
s
hard
to
say
what
’
grees
wi
’
him
,
for
the
creature
’
s
body
is
sair
failed
.
.
.
.
It
’
s
mony
a
day
since
we
cast
een
on
ye
here
,
Mr
.
David
,
and
siccan
days
as
they
’
ve
been
for
me
and
mine
.
"
She
descanted
on
the
troubles
of
the
autumn
,
her
success
in
saving
Calidon
from
being
sequestered
-
-
"
Peter
Dobbie
,
him
that
’
s
our
doer
,
is
far
ben
wi
’
Wariston
,
ye
maun
ken
,
and
worthy
Mr
.
Rintoul
in
the
West
Kirk
said
a
word
in
the
right
lug
"
-
-
on
the
difficulty
in
getting
funds
to
Nicholas
Hawkshaw
at
Utrecht
,
on
the
garrisoning
of
Calidon
-
-
"
They
punished
our
yill
,
but
they
fashed
us
little
,
for
they
were
sair
hadden
down
by
Katrine
.
"
But
she
said
nothing
of
Mark
,
though
in
the
end
she
had
been
made
privy
to
that
business
,
and
she
did
not
hint
at
the
trouble
in
Woodilee
which
was
the
talk
of
the
country
.
Behind
all
her
garrulity
lurked
a
certain
embarrassment
,
and
it
did
not
make
David
’
s
task
the
easier
.
At
last
he
took
his
courage
in
both
hands
.
"
I
came
here
this
morn
for
a
purpose
,
"
he
said
,
and
with
halting
voice
and
a
fiery
face
he
made
his
confession
.
The
old
woman
regarded
him
with
eyes
that
strove
to
express
amazement
and
failed
;
it
was
clear
that
she
had
had
her
suspicions
.
But
her
words
when
she
spoke
were
those
of
one
who
had
been
startled
out
of
all
propriety
.
"
Heard
ye
ever
the
like
?
"
she
cried
.
