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"
I
have
the
sure
knowledge
,
"
he
said
,
"
that
there
are
altars
set
up
to
Baal
in
this
very
parish
,
and
that
this
little
Israel
of
ours
has
its
own
groves
where
it
worships
the
gods
of
the
heathen
-
-
ay
,
the
very
devils
from
the
Pit
.
Be
assured
that
I
will
riddle
out
this
evil
mystery
and
drag
it
into
the
light
of
day
,
and
on
the
priests
of
Baal
in
Woodilee
,
be
they
libertines
or
professors
,
I
will
call
down
the
terrors
of
the
Most
High
.
I
summon
now
in
this
place
all
poor
deluded
sinners
to
confession
and
repentance
,
for
in
the
strength
of
the
Lord
I
will
go
forward
,
and
woe
be
to
those
that
harden
their
hearts
.
"
But
his
words
seemed
to
be
driven
back
upon
him
by
the
steely
silence
.
He
saw
his
elders
-
-
the
heavy
white
face
of
Chasehope
,
the
long
sanctimonious
jowl
of
Peter
Pennecuik
,
the
impish
mouth
of
Spotswood
the
miller
now
composed
in
an
alien
gravity
,
the
dark
sullenness
of
Mirehope
-
-
they
relished
his
vigour
,
but
their
eyes
were
hard
as
stones
.
And
the
folk
behind
them
,
men
and
women
,
old
and
young
,
were
attentively
apathetic
.
There
was
none
of
the
crying
and
weeping
and
the
spasms
of
conviction
which
had
attended
the
fast
-
day
service
of
the
minister
of
Bold
.
Were
they
a
congregation
of
innocents
to
whom
his
summons
had
no
application
?
Or
were
they
so
thirled
to
their
evil
-
doing
that
his
appeals
were
no
more
than
an
idle
wind
?
His
Session
congratulated
him
on
his
discourse
.
"
Ye
had
a
gale
on
your
spirit
this
day
,
Mr
.
Sempill
,
"
said
Chasehope
.
"
Yon
was
a
fine
waft
o
’
the
Word
ye
gie
’
d
us
,
and
it
’
s
to
be
hoped
that
it
will
be
blessed
to
many
.
"
As
David
looked
at
the
pale
cheeks
and
the
red
hair
of
the
man
he
had
a
sudden
assurance
.
It
was
a
mild
day
,
but
Ephraim
Caird
wore
a
strip
of
flannel
as
if
he
were
nursing
a
cold
.
And
was
there
not
a
discoloration
of
the
skin
around
his
fleshy
jaw
and
a
dark
bruise
below
his
left
ear
?
Next
day
David
sought
out
Amos
Ritchie
,
the
smith
.
He
learned
that
the
man
was
on
a
job
at
Nether
Windyways
,
and
he
watched
for
him
on
the
hill
-
road
as
he
returned
in
the
evening
.
The
big
loose
-
limbed
figure
of
Amos
,
striding
down
the
twilit
slopes
with
his
bag
of
tools
slung
on
his
shoulder
,
was
a
pleasant
sight
to
eyes
that
hungered
for
a
friend
.
For
with
the
smith
David
had
advanced
far
in
friendliness
since
their
partnership
in
the
winter
snowstorm
.
The
man
was
of
a
high
spirit
and
a
complete
honesty
,
and
his
professions
were
well
behind
his
practice
.
Rough
of
tongue
and
apt
in
a
quarrel
,
he
had
a
warmth
of
heart
that
did
not
fail
even
those
he
despised
.
He
was
no
purveyor
of
edifying
speech
,
but
the
milk
of
human
kindness
ran
strong
in
him
.
It
was
a
saying
in
the
village
that
there
was
"
mair
comfort
in
an
aith
from
Amos
than
a
prayer
from
Peter
Pennecuik
.
"
But
on
this
occasion
the
smith
’
s
straightforward
friendliness
seemed
to
have
deserted
him
.
When
David
appeared
before
him
he
looked
as
if
he
would
fain
have
avoided
the
meeting
.
His
eyes
were
troubled
,
and
he
increased
the
pace
of
his
walk
when
the
minister
fell
into
step
beside
him
.
"
How
’
s
the
wife
?
"
David
asked
.
