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The
dead
were
laid
in
byre
and
stable
beside
the
startled
beasts
,
sometimes
by
the
poorer
households
in
the
kailyard
,
and
David
more
than
once
found
a
staring
,
unshrouded
corpse
in
the
nettles
of
the
manse
loan
.
There
were
cottages
where
all
the
inmates
were
dead
and
unburied
,
with
a
lean
cat
mewing
round
the
barred
doors
.
.
.
.
And
all
the
while
the
soft
blue
weather
continued
,
and
the
wind
came
balmy
from
the
hills
over
those
silent
fields
of
death
.
At
first
the
stupor
of
Woodilee
was
shot
with
an
awful
apprehension
of
divine
wrath
,
and
the
people
sought
to
propitiate
their
Maker
by
humbling
themselves
before
Him
,
and
-
-
even
the
least
devout
-
-
by
constant
prayer
and
the
reading
of
Scripture
.
But
this
mood
did
not
long
survive
.
The
fury
of
the
blast
which
smote
them
drove
all
religion
out
of
their
minds
,
and
left
them
stark
and
numb
with
mortal
fear
.
To
begin
with
,
David
was
welcomed
in
the
house
of
death
,
he
was
summoned
in
haste
,
his
coming
was
watched
for
;
even
if
his
ministrations
did
no
good
to
the
unconscious
sufferers
,
they
seemed
to
comfort
the
others
.
But
presently
he
found
himself
an
unregarded
intruder
.
Whenever
he
knew
of
a
case
he
hastened
to
it
,
but
the
panic
-
stricken
eyes
of
the
living
looked
at
him
as
blindly
as
the
glazing
eyes
of
the
dying
.
His
prayers
even
to
himself
seemed
idle
;
at
any
rate
they
fell
upon
dulled
ears
.
What
contact
could
he
establish
with
the
sick
in
the
delirium
or
languor
of
death
,
and
with
those
who
waited
on
the
same
fate
with
the
wild
despair
of
beasts
in
a
trap
?
What
use
to
point
to
God
when
God
overshadowed
them
as
a
merciless
tormentor
?
And
all
the
while
he
was
in
a
fever
of
anxiety
.
More
than
one
of
the
dead
were
among
those
whom
he
had
remarked
in
the
Wood
.
Men
and
women
were
hastening
to
judgment
with
their
sins
heavy
on
them
-
-
sins
unrepented
and
for
ever
unrepentable
.
He
,
their
minister
,
had
to
stand
feebly
by
and
see
souls
descending
into
damnation
.
The
thought
drove
him
frantic
,
but
it
alone
gave
him
power
to
continue
in
his
fruitless
duties
,
for
in
this
trial
he
found
the
flesh
very
weak
.
It
was
not
that
he
feared
death
,
even
death
by
plague
,
but
that
a
horror
of
Woodilee
had
fallen
on
his
spirit
.
His
shrinking
from
the
Wood
,
his
hatred
of
the
sins
of
the
Wood
,
his
quarrel
with
the
Session
,
the
distrust
in
which
he
was
held
by
many
of
his
congregation
,
the
episode
of
the
pricker
and
Bessie
Todd
’
s
death
-
-
all
combined
to
make
the
place
reek
for
him
of
ugliness
and
decay
.
The
pest
seemed
merely
to
add
rotting
carcasses
to
rotting
souls
.
.
.
.
Then
the
pity
of
it
would
overcome
him
,
when
he
thought
of
children
whom
he
had
taught
and
honest
folk
who
had
been
kind
to
him
,
now
cold
in
death
.
He
was
helpless
to
cure
either
body
or
spirit
.
He
had
no
leechcraft
-
-
what
would
it
have
availed
if
he
had
,
for
he
remembered
the
Edinburgh
doctor
by
his
father
’
s
bed
?
-
-
and
his
spiritual
ministrations
were
as
idle
as
wind
.
.
.
.
Above
all
,
he
felt
himself
a
prisoner
shut
into
a
noisome
cage
from
which
there
was
no
escape
.
None
dare
leave
or
enter
Woodilee
.
One
afternoon
,
in
a
mood
of
despair
,
he
climbed
the
Hill
of
Deer
for
a
glimpse
of
the
outer
world
.
There
lay
Calidon
on
its
windy
braes
,
but
Calidon
was
now
as
distant
for
him
as
the
moon
.
There
lay
the
hills
in
whose
spacious
wildernesses
no
pest
lurked
,
for
there
were
no
unclean
mortals
to
harbour
it
,
and
beyond
them
was
the
world
where
men
might
live
in
daylight
and
honour
.
As
he
looked
down
on
Woodilee
a
haze
seemed
to
lie
over
it
.
Was
it
the
effluvia
of
the
plague
,
a
miasma
which
walled
it
round
more
impenetrably
than
stone
walls
and
iron
shutters
?
.
.
.
He
struggled
to
conquer
his
shrinking
.
"
Faithless
servant
,
"
he
told
himself
,
"
faithless
even
over
a
few
things
!
David
Sempill
,
you
rebel
against
the
Lord
’
s
will
not
because
of
the
sufferings
of
your
poor
folk
,
but
because
of
your
own
pitiable
discomfort
.
Think
shame
,
man
,
to
be
such
a
whingeing
bairn
.
"
For
he
had
realized
that
the
root
of
his
trouble
was
that
he
was
severed
from
Katrine
.
But
that
evening
Katrine
came
to
him
.
While
he
sat
for
a
little
in
his
study
before
starting
on
his
melancholy
visits
,
he
heard
Isobel
’
s
voice
below
high
-
pitched
in
excitement
.
Then
he
heard
another
voice
which
took
him
down
the
stairs
three
steps
at
a
time
.
The
girl
,
booted
as
he
had
seen
her
in
the
mist
on
the
eve
of
Hallowmass
,
stood
in
the
light
of
Isobel
’
s
candle
,
one
gloved
hand
raised
in
protest
and
with
an
embarrassed
smile
at
her
lips
and
eyes
.
To
David
it
seemed
the
first
smile
that
he
had
seen
for
an
eternity
.
"
Awa
’
hame
wi
’
ye
,
my
leddy
,
"
Isobel
cried
.
"
Ye
canna
come
here
,
for
the
pest
’
s
in
ilka
bite
we
eat
and
sowp
we
drink
and
breath
we
draw
.
Awa
’
wi
’
ye
,
an
’
keep
your
mouth
tight
steekit
till
ye
’
re
ower
the
Hill
o
’
Deer
.
Oh
,
haste
ye
,
or
ye
’
ll
be
smitten
like
the
lave
,
and
ye
’
re
ower
young
and
bonny
to
dee
.
"
"
Katrine
,
Katrine
,
"
David
exclaimed
in
agony
.
"
What
madness
brought
you
here
?
Have
you
not
heard
that
half
the
parish
is
sick
or
dead
?
There
is
poison
in
the
very
air
.
Oh
,
my
dear
,
come
not
near
me
.
Wrap
a
fold
of
your
cloak
over
your
mouth
and
never
slacken
rein
till
you
are
back
in
Calidon
.
"
