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But
Mr
.
Fordyce
looked
at
the
shelves
with
greedy
eyes
.
The
moor
-
fowl
at
dinner
had
loosened
a
tooth
,
and
now
it
came
out
in
his
hand
and
was
wrapped
carefully
in
his
kerchief
.
"
I
have
kept
ilka
tooth
I
have
ever
cast
,
"
he
told
the
others
,
"
and
they
will
go
into
my
coffin
with
me
that
my
bodily
parts
may
be
together
at
the
Resurrection
.
"
"
Would
you
shorten
the
arm
of
the
Lord
?
"
Mr
.
Proudfoot
had
asked
testily
.
"
Can
He
no
gather
your
remnants
from
the
uttermost
parts
of
the
earth
?
"
"
True
,
true
,
"
the
other
had
answered
gently
,
"
but
it
’
s
just
my
fancy
to
keep
all
my
dust
in
the
one
place
.
"
This
ceremony
over
,
he
flung
himself
on
the
books
like
a
hungry
man
on
food
.
He
opened
them
lovingly
,
read
their
titles
,
fingered
them
as
if
he
could
scarcely
bear
to
part
with
them
.
"
You
’
re
no
half
my
age
,
"
he
told
the
owner
,
"
but
you
’
ve
twice
as
many
books
as
there
are
in
the
Cauldshaw
manse
.
You
start
well
provided
,
Mr
.
David
.
"
The
theology
he
knew
already
and
approved
,
but
there
were
other
works
over
which
he
shook
a
moralizing
head
.
"
You
’
ve
a
hantle
of
pagan
writers
,
Mr
.
David
.
I
would
counsel
a
young
minister
to
apply
himself
rather
to
the
Hebrew
than
to
the
Greek
,
for
though
the
Greek
was
the
tongue
of
the
New
Testament
,
it
was
also
the
tongue
of
lascivious
poets
and
mocking
philosophers
,
whereas
the
Hebrew
was
consecrate
wholly
to
God
.
.
.
.
But
you
have
the
Hebrew
too
,
I
see
.
Losh
,
here
’
s
the
lexicon
of
Bamburgius
,
of
which
I
have
read
but
have
never
seen
.
We
must
consult
,
Mr
.
David
.
I
’
ve
a
new
theory
of
the
Hebrew
accents
on
which
I
would
like
your
judgment
.
"
As
he
ran
over
the
list
he
suddenly
cried
aloud
with
pleasure
,
and
then
checked
himself
almost
shamefacedly
.
"
Preserve
us
,
but
here
’
s
Hieronymus
Cardanus
,
and
other
astrologic
works
.
Man
,
I
’
ve
diverted
myself
whiles
with
the
science
of
the
stars
,
and
can
make
a
shape
at
calculating
a
nativity
.
I
cannot
see
why
the
thing
should
not
be
turned
to
holy
uses
,
as
when
the
star
guided
the
Wise
Men
of
the
East
to
Bethlehem
.
You
and
me
must
have
long
cracks
some
day
.
These
books
will
be
like
the
Pole
Star
to
draw
me
to
Woodilee
,
and
I
’
m
looking
to
see
you
soon
at
Cauldshaw
.
It
’
s
but
a
poor
desert
bit
,
but
there
have
been
precious
occasions
there
and
many
an
outpouring
of
grace
.
I
’
m
sore
troubled
with
the
gravel
,
Mr
.
David
,
and
the
goodwife
has
had
a
flux
in
the
legs
this
twelvemonth
back
,
but
the
Lord
has
showed
me
singular
favour
,
and
my
damps
are
lightened
since
a
leech
in
Edinburgh
prescribed
a
hyperion
of
bourtree
and
rue
.
.
.
.
We
’
re
a
childless
household
,
for
we
had
but
the
one
bairn
,
and
sax
year
syne
the
Lord
gathered
her
to
Himself
.
"
Downstairs
Mr
.
Muirhead
had
finished
his
talk
,
and
the
three
ministers
took
their
leave
-
-
they
of
Bold
and
Cauldshaw
to
jog
the
moorland
miles
to
their
homes
,
he
of
Kirk
Aller
to
take
his
"
four
-
hours
"
with
Chasehope
at
Lucky
Weir
’
s
in
the
clachan
.
Each
of
the
three
kissed
David
on
the
cheek
and
blessed
him
after
his
fashion
.
"
May
you
live
to
be
a
pillar
of
the
Kirk
,
"
said
Mr
.
Muirhead
.
"
Keep
a
Gospel
walk
,
"
said
Mr
.
Proudfoot
,
"
on
the
narrow
rigging
of
the
truth
.
"
But
Mr
.
Fordyce
took
the
young
man
’
s
hand
,
after
saluting
him
,
and
held
it
with
a
kind
of
wistful
affection
.
"
I
pray
,
"
he
said
,
"
that
your
windows
may
be
ever
open
towards
Jerusalem
.
"
When
his
guests
had
gone
David
Sempill
explored
once
more
his
little
domain
,
like
a
child
who
counts
his
treasures
.
Then
,
as
the
afternoon
mellowed
into
evening
,
the
slopes
of
the
Hill
of
Deer
,
red
with
flowering
heather
,
drew
him
for
a
walk
.
He
wanted
a
wide
prospect
,
to
see
his
parish
in
its
setting
of
hill
and
glen
,
and
recall
the
landmarks
now
blurred
in
his
childhood
’
s
memory
.
His
black
coat
and
breeches
were
of
Edinburgh
make
and
too
fine
for
moorland
work
,
but
he
had
stout
country
shoes
and
hose
of
ram
’
s
wool
,
the
gift
of
his
cousin
’
s
wife
at
Newbiggin
,
and
he
moved
over
the
bent
with
the
long
stride
of
a
shepherd
.
He
crossed
the
burn
of
Mire
,
and
saw
below
him
the
farm
-
town
of
Mirehope
,
with
barley
and
nettles
at
strife
in
the
infield
,
and
the
run
-
rigs
of
the
outfield
feathered
with
very
green
oats
.
Presently
he
was
on
the
Hill
of
Deer
,
where
the
long
stacks
of
peats
were
drying
so
well
that
every
breath
of
air
sent
up
from
them
a
fine
flurry
of
dust
.
The
Mirehope
cattle
,
wretched
little
black
beasts
,
were
grazing
under
the
charge
of
a
herd
-
boy
,
and
the
Mirehope
sheep
,
their
coats
matted
with
tar
till
they
looked
like
monstrous
slugs
,
were
picking
up
an
uneasy
livelihood
among
the
heather
bushes
,
leaving
tufts
of
smelly
wool
behind
them
on
the
scraggy
twigs
which
were
still
charred
from
the
March
moorburn
.
He
reached
the
low
summit
,
and
flung
himself
down
on
a
patch
of
thymy
turf
between
the
whinstone
screes
,
with
his
face
to
the
valley
.
His
holiday
mood
still
held
.
The
visit
of
his
ministerial
brethren
had
not
dashed
him
,
for
he
saw
their
prosiness
through
a
golden
haze
.
Mr
.
Muirhead
was
a
stout
warder
on
the
walls
of
Sion
,
Mr
.
Proudfoot
a
guardian
of
the
purity
of
the
Temple
,
and
Mr
.
Fordyce
beyond
question
a
saint
,
with
his
haggard
face
and
his
wistful
eyes
.
It
was
Mr
.
Fordyce
who
stuck
in
his
memory
.
A
lovable
saint
,
with
his
cast
teeth
saved
up
to
make
easy
the
business
of
a
bodily
resurrection
,
his
love
of
the
stars
,
his
pathetic
bookishness
.
David
was
full
of
the
zest
of
his
calling
,
but
for
himself
he
was
ready
to
circumscribe
its
duties
.
Not
for
him
to
uphold
the
Kirk
against
its
ill
-
wishers
in
the
State
;
in
that
cause
he
would
do
battle
when
the
need
arose
,
but
not
till
then
.
He
left
to
others
the
task
of
keeping
the
canon
of
truth
pure
from
alloy
:
he
accepted
the
Kirk
’
s
doctrine
loyally
,
but
let
others
do
the
dogmatizing
.
The
work
for
which
he
longed
was
to
save
and
comfort
human
souls
.
Seen
on
that
hilltop
the
minister
of
Woodilee
was
a
different
figure
from
that
beheld
by
his
colleagues
in
the
dim
light
of
the
manse
.
