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"
What
’
s
come
o
’
Chasehope
?
"
Mirehope
asked
.
"
He
suld
have
been
here
langsyne
.
He
’
ll
surely
no
be
late
on
this
heart
-
searching
day
.
"
"
I
heard
from
the
Chasehope
herd
,
"
said
the
miller
,
"
that
Ephraim
never
cam
’
hame
last
night
.
The
wife
was
sair
concerned
,
but
she
jaloused
it
would
be
Presbytery
business
.
"
"
But
that
was
a
’
by
and
done
wi
’
by
three
in
the
afternoon
.
He
would
be
seein
’
Edom
Trumbull
about
the
new
aits
.
Still
and
on
,
it
’
s
no
like
Chasehope
to
let
warldly
matters
interfere
wi
’
his
Christian
duty
.
.
.
.
Eh
,
sirs
,
what
a
testimony
Woodilee
will
bear
the
day
!
Mr
.
Mungo
is
to
proclaim
the
outing
,
and
Mr
.
Ebenezer
is
to
preach
the
sermon
,
and
on
sic
an
occasion
Bold
is
like
a
hungry
gled
and
the
voice
o
’
him
like
a
Januar
’
blast
.
"
Among
the
women
sitting
on
the
flat
gravestones
there
was
less
talk
of
the
Kirk
and
more
of
the
minister
.
Most
were
bitter
against
him
.
"
They
may
out
him
and
excommunicate
him
,
"
cried
Jean
of
the
Chasehope
-
foot
,
"
but
wha
will
restore
me
the
braw
bairn
that
dee
’
d
in
the
pest
whilk
was
sent
to
punish
him
?
Answer
me
that
,
kimmers
.
I
wad
be
the
better
pleased
if
I
got
my
ten
fingers
at
his
thrapple
.
"
"
Weel
for
you
,
wumman
,
"
said
another
,
"
that
Isobel
Veitch
is
no
here
,
or
it
’
s
your
ain
thrapple
would
suffer
.
"
"
There
’
s
a
queer
tale
come
up
the
water
wi
’
Johnnie
Dow
,
"
said
a
third
.
"
There
was
talk
,
ye
mind
,
o
’
a
lassie
that
he
met
wi
’
in
the
Wud
,
and
we
a
’
ken
that
there
was
a
lassie
wi
’
him
in
the
hinder
days
o
’
the
pest
-
-
the
fairest
face
,
some
folk
say
,
that
they
ever
looked
on
.
"
"
Tuts
,
gossip
,
yon
was
nae
lassie
.
Yon
face
was
never
flesh
and
bluid
.
It
was
a
bogle
oot
o
’
the
Wud
,
and
some
says
-
-
"
The
speaker
lowered
her
voice
and
spoke
into
her
neighbour
’
s
ear
.
"
Bogle
or
no
,
Aggie
Vicar
,
it
cured
my
wee
Benjie
,
and
nae
word
will
be
spoke
oot
o
’
my
mouth
against
it
.
The
callant
is
still
greeting
for
anither
sicht
o
’
the
bonny
leddy
.
"
