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"
Andrew
Shillinglaw
,
I
command
you
to
tell
me
if
you
have
kept
yourself
clean
from
this
mystery
of
evil
which
scourges
the
parish
.
"
The
man
still
sprawled
on
the
ground
,
and
the
face
he
turned
to
the
minister
was
twisted
in
a
grim
humour
.
"
Ay
.
I
’
ll
swear
ony
aith
ye
like
.
I
’
ll
no
deny
my
backslidin
’
s
,
and
,
as
ye
may
ken
,
my
walk
and
conversation
’
s
no
to
boast
o
’
.
But
as
sure
as
God
made
me
,
I
wad
burn
off
my
richt
hand
in
the
fire
afore
I
wad
file
mysel
’
wi
’
the
Babylonish
abominations
o
’
the
Wud
.
I
whiles
drink
a
stoup
ower
muckle
,
and
I
whiles
gie
a
waur
straik
than
I
ettle
when
my
bluid
’
s
het
,
but
these
are
honest
stumblin
’
s
whilk
I
hope
the
Lord
will
forgie
.
But
for
yon
-
-
"
and
he
spat
viciously
.
"
Then
,
if
you
are
yourself
clean
from
this
evil
,
tell
me
what
you
know
of
it
,
and
who
are
its
chief
professors
.
"
"
That
’
s
easy
speirin
’
[
asking
]
,
but
ill
to
answer
.
How
suld
I
ken
the
covens
that
rampage
in
the
Wud
?
I
bide
cheek
by
jowl
wi
’
the
muckle
black
thing
,
and
often
I
wish
it
was
a
field
o
’
strae
in
a
dry
back
-
end
so
that
I
could
set
fire
to
it
and
see
it
burn
frae
Reiverslaw
to
Windyways
,
and
frae
Woodilee
to
the
Aller
side
.
But
I
’
ve
never
entered
the
place
in
mirk
or
licht
,
for
my
wark
’
s
wi
’
sheep
,
and
the
honest
beasts
will
no
gang
near
it
.
"
"
But
you
must
have
heard
.
.
.
"
"
I
’
ve
heard
nocht
.
I
have
maybe
guessed
,
but
it
’
s
no
like
I
wad
hear
a
cheep
.
I
never
gang
near
the
clachan
except
to
kirk
or
to
Lucky
Weir
’
s
,
and
the
Woodilee
folk
are
pawky
bodies
even
when
they
’
re
fou
,
and
ony
way
I
’
m
nae
clatter
-
vengeance
to
be
clypin
’
wi
’
auld
wives
at
the
roadside
.
But
I
’
ve
my
ain
notion
o
’
what
’
s
gaun
on
,
and
I
can
tell
ye
,
sir
,
it
’
s
gaun
on
in
mony
anither
godly
parochine
in
this
kingdom
o
’
Scotland
,
and
it
’
s
been
gaun
on
for
hundreds
o
’
years
,
long
afore
John
Knox
dang
doun
the
Pape
.
But
it
’
s
gotten
a
braw
new
tack
in
these
days
o
’
reformed
and
covenantit
kirks
.
What
do
your
Presbytries
and
Assemblies
or
your
godly
ministers
ken
o
’
the
things
that
are
done
in
the
mirk
?
.
.
.
What
do
they
ken
o
’
the
corps
in
the
kirkyairds
buried
o
’
their
ain
wull
wi
’
their
faces
downwards
?
.
.
.
They
set
up
what
they
ca
’
their
discipline
,
and
they
lowse
the
terrors
o
’
Hell
on
sma
’
fauts
like
an
aith
,
or
profane
talk
on
the
Sabbath
,
or
giein
’
the
kirk
the
go
-
by
,
and
they
hale
to
the
cutty
-
stool
ilka
lass
that
’
s
ower
kind
to
her
joe
.
And
what
’
s
the
upshot
?
They
drive
the
folk
to
their
auld
ways
and
turn
them
intil
hypocrites
as
weel
as
sinners
.
"
"
Hush
,
man
!
"
said
the
scandalized
David
.
"
That
is
impious
talk
.
"
