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Presently
stable
and
byre
were
crowded
with
their
beasts
,
and
the
three
brethren
had
bestowed
themselves
on
the
rough
bench
which
adjoined
the
bleaching
-
ground
.
They
would
have
their
dinner
at
the
village
ordinary
-
-
let
not
Mr
.
Sempill
put
himself
about
-
-
they
would
never
have
come
thus
unannounced
if
they
had
thought
that
they
would
be
pressed
to
a
meal
.
But
they
allowed
themselves
to
be
persuaded
by
the
hospitable
clamour
of
Isobel
,
who
saw
in
such
a
function
on
her
first
day
at
the
manse
a
social
aggrandizement
.
"
Mr
.
Sempill
would
think
black
burnin
’
shame
if
the
gentlemen
didna
break
breid
.
.
.
.
"
There
was
walth
o
’
provender
in
the
house
-
-
this
moment
she
had
put
a
hen
in
the
pot
-
-
she
had
a
brace
of
muir
-
fowl
ready
for
brandering
that
had
been
sent
from
Chasehope
that
very
morn
.
.
.
.
The
three
smiled
tolerantly
and
hopefully
.
"
Ye
’
ve
gotten
a
rare
Abigail
,
Mr
.
Sempill
.
A
woman
o
’
mense
and
sense
-
-
the
manse
o
’
Woodilee
will
be
well
guidit
.
"
The
Reverend
Mungo
Muirhead
had
a
vast
shaven
face
set
atop
of
a
thick
neck
and
a
cumbrous
body
.
He
had
a
big
thin
-
lipped
mouth
which
shut
tight
like
a
lawyer
’
s
,
a
fleshy
nose
,
and
large
grey
eyes
which
at
most
times
were
ruminant
as
a
cow
’
s
,
but
could
on
occasion
kindle
to
shrewdness
.
His
complexion
was
pale
,
and
he
was
fast
growing
bald
,
so
the
impression
at
first
sight
was
of
a
perfect
mountain
of
countenance
,
a
steep
field
of
colourless
skin
.
As
minister
of
Kirk
Aller
he
was
the
metropolitan
of
the
company
,
and
as
became
a
townsman
he
wore
decent
black
with
bands
,
and
boasted
a
hat
.
The
Reverend
Ebenezer
Proudfoot
,
from
the
moorland
village
of
Bold
,
was
of
a
different
cast
.
He
wore
the
coarse
grey
homespun
of
the
farmer
,
his
head
-
covering
was
a
blue
bonnet
,
his
shoes
were
thick
brogues
with
leather
ties
,
and
he
had
donned
a
pair
of
ancient
frieze
leggings
.
A
massive
sinewy
figure
,
there
was
in
his
narrow
face
and
small
blue
eyes
an
air
of
rude
power
and
fiery
energy
.
The
third
,
Mr
.
James
Fordyce
from
the
neighbouring
parish
of
Cauldshaw
,
was
slight
and
thin
,
and
pale
either
from
ill
-
health
or
from
much
study
.
He
was
dressed
in
worn
blue
,
and
even
in
the
August
sun
kept
his
plaid
round
his
shoulders
.
In
his
face
a
fine
brow
was
marred
by
the
contraction
of
his
lean
jaws
and
a
mouth
puckered
constantly
as
if
in
doubt
or
pain
,
but
redeemed
by
brown
eyes
,
as
soft
and
wistful
as
a
girl
’
s
.
At
the
hour
of
noon
they
sat
down
to
meat
.
Mr
.
Muirhead
said
a
lengthy
grace
,
which
,
since
he
sniffed
the
savour
from
the
kitchen
,
he
began
appropriately
with
"
Bountiful
Jehovah
.
"
All
the
dishes
were
set
out
at
once
on
the
bare
deal
table
-
-
a
bowl
of
barley
kail
,
a
boiled
fowl
,
the
two
brandered
grouse
,
and
a
platter
of
oatcakes
.
The
merchant
in
the
Pleasance
of
Edinburgh
had
given
his
son
a
better
plenishing
than
fell
to
the
usual
lot
of
ministers
,
for
there
were
pewter
plates
and
a
knife
and
a
fork
for
each
guest
.
The
three
stared
at
the
splendour
,
and
Mr
.
Proudfoot
,
as
if
to
testify
against
luxury
,
preferred
to
pick
the
bones
with
his
hands
.
The
home
-
brewed
ale
was
good
,
and
all
except
Mr
.
Fordyce
did
full
justice
to
it
,
so
that
the
single
tankard
,
passed
from
hand
to
hand
,
was
often
refilled
by
Isobel
.
"
Man
,
Mr
.
David
,
"
cried
Mr
.
Muirhead
in
high
good
-
humour
,
"
this
is
a
great
differ
from
the
days
of
your
predecessor
.
Worthy
Mr
.
Macmichael
had
never
muckle
but
bannocks
to
set
before
his
friends
.
But
you
’
ve
made
us
a
feast
of
fat
things
.
"
David
inquired
about
his
predecessor
,
whom
he
remembered
dimly
from
his
boyhood
as
a
man
even
then
very
old
,
who
ambled
about
the
parish
on
a
white
shelty
.
"
He
was
a
pious
and
diligent
minister
,
"
said
Mr
.
Muirhead
,
"
but
since
ever
I
kenned
him
he
was
sore
fallen
in
the
vale
of
years
.
He
would
stick
to
the
same
’
ordinary
’
till
he
had
thrashed
it
into
stour
.
I
’
ve
heard
that
he
preached
for
a
year
and
sax
months
on
Exodus
fifteen
and
twenty
-
seven
,
the
twelve
wells
of
water
and
three
score
and
ten
palm
trees
of
Elim
,
a
Sabbath
to
ilka
well
and
ilka
tree
.
I
’
ve
a
notion
that
he
was
never
very
strong
in
the
intellectuals
.
"
"
He
wrestled
mightily
in
prayer
,
"
said
Mr
.
Proudfoot
,
"
and
he
was
great
at
fencing
the
Tables
.
Ay
,
sirs
,
he
was
a
trumpet
for
the
pure
Gospel
blast
.
"
"
I
doubt
not
he
was
a
good
man
,
"
said
Mr
.
Fordyce
,
"
and
is
now
gone
to
his
reward
.
But
he
was
ower
auld
and
feeble
for
a
sinful
countryside
.
I
fear
that
the
parish
was
but
ill
guided
,
and
,
as
ye
ken
,
there
was
whiles
talk
of
a
Presbytery
visitation
.
"
"
I
differ
!
"
cried
Mr
.
Muirhead
.
"
I
differ
in
toto
.
Woodilee
has
aye
been
famous
for
its
godly
elders
.
Has
it
not
Ephraim
Caird
,
who
was
a
member
of
Assembly
and
had
a
hand
in
that
precious
work
of
grace
done
in
the
East
Kirk
of
St
.
Giles
’
s
two
years
syne
?
Has
it
not
Peter
Pennecuik
,
who
has
a
gift
of
supplication
like
Mr
.
