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The
girl
’
s
face
was
flushed
and
her
eyes
glistened
.
"
That
was
a
year
ago
,
"
she
went
on
.
"
To
-
day
he
has
done
his
purpose
.
He
has
won
Scotland
for
the
King
.
"
David
gasped
.
"
Montrose
the
malignant
!
"
he
cried
.
"
He
is
as
good
a
Presbyterian
as
you
,
sir
,
"
she
replied
gently
.
"
Do
not
call
him
malignant
.
He
made
his
way
north
through
his
enemies
as
if
God
had
sent
His
angel
to
guide
him
.
And
he
is
born
to
lead
men
to
triumph
.
Did
you
not
feel
the
compulsion
of
his
greatness
?
"
"
I
?
"
David
stammered
.
"
They
told
me
that
you
had
spoken
with
him
,
and
that
he
liked
you
well
.
Yon
groom
at
Calidon
was
the
Lord
Marquis
.
"
Word
came
of
a
great
revival
in
the
parish
of
Bold
.
Men
called
it
a
"
Work
,
"
and
spoke
of
it
in
hushed
voices
,
attributing
it
to
the
zeal
and
gifts
of
Mr
.
Ebenezer
Proudfoot
,
the
minister
.
For
,
after
much
preaching
on
fast
-
days
in
the
shire
,
Mr
.
Ebenezer
had
fallen
into
a
rapture
and
had
seen
visions
,
and
spoken
with
strange
voices
.
The
terror
of
the
unknown
fell
upon
his
people
,
fasting
and
prayer
became
the
chief
business
of
the
parish
,
and
the
most
careless
were
transformed
into
penitents
.
For
a
season
there
were
no
shortcomings
in
Bold
;
penny
-
bridals
and
fiddling
and
roystering
at
the
change
-
houses
were
forgotten
;
even
swearing
and
tippling
were
forsworn
;
the
Sabbath
was
more
strictly
observed
than
by
Israel
in
the
Wilderness
.
To
crown
the
Work
,
a
great
field
-
preaching
was
ordained
,
when
thousands
assembled
on
Bold
Moor
and
the
sacrament
was
dispensed
among
scenes
of
wild
emotion
.
In
Bold
there
was
a
lonely
field
of
thistles
,
known
as
Guidman
’
s
Croft
,
which
had
been
held
to
be
dedicate
to
the
Evil
One
.
The
oxen
of
all
the
parish
were
yoked
,
and
in
an
hour
or
two
it
was
ploughed
up
and
sown
with
bear
for
the
use
of
the
poor
,
as
at
once
a
thankoffering
and
a
renunciation
.
People
in
Woodilee
talked
much
of
the
Work
in
Bold
,
and
the
Session
sighed
for
a
like
experience
.
"
Would
but
the
wind
blow
frae
that
airt
on
our
frostit
lands
!
"
was
the
aspiration
of
Peter
Pennecuik
.
But
David
had
no
ears
for
these
things
,
for
he
was
engrossed
with
the
conflict
in
his
own
soul
.
Ever
since
that
afternoon
in
Paradise
he
had
walked
like
a
man
half
asleep
,
his
eyes
turning
inward
.
