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The
creature
spoke
in
a
voice
of
great
beauty
and
softness
-
-
the
voice
rather
of
a
woman
than
of
a
man
.
And
as
he
spoke
he
bowed
,
and
patted
the
minister
’
s
arm
,
and
peered
into
his
face
with
bright
wild
eyes
.
Then
he
clutched
David
and
forced
him
round
till
again
he
was
looking
over
the
Wood
.
"
The
Hill
o
’
Deer
’
s
a
grand
bit
for
a
prospect
,
sir
,
for
is
it
no
like
the
Hill
o
’
Pisgah
from
which
ye
can
spy
the
Promised
Land
?
Ye
can
lift
up
your
eyes
to
the
hills
,
and
ye
can
feast
them
on
the
bonny
haughs
o
’
the
Aller
,
or
on
the
douce
wee
clachan
o
’
Woodilee
,
wi
’
the
cots
sittin
’
as
canty
round
the
kirk
as
kittlins
round
an
auld
cat
.
"
"
I
was
looking
at
the
Wood
,
"
said
David
.
The
man
laughed
shrilly
.
"
And
a
braw
sicht
it
is
in
the
gloamin
’
frae
the
Hill
o
’
Deer
.
For
ye
can
see
the
size
o
’
the
muckle
spider
’
s
wab
,
but
doun
in
the
glen
ye
’
re
that
clamjamphried
wi
’
michty
trees
that
your
heid
spins
like
a
peery
and
your
e
’
en
are
dozened
.
It
’
s
a
unco
thing
the
Wud
,
Mr
.
Sempill
,
sir
?
"
"
Do
you
know
your
ways
in
it
,
Gibbie
?
"
"
Me
!
I
daurna
enter
it
.
I
keep
the
road
,
for
I
’
m
feared
o
’
yon
dark
howes
.
"
Then
he
laughed
again
,
and
put
his
mouth
close
to
the
minister
’
s
ear
.
"
Not
but
what
I
’
ll
tak
’
the
Wud
at
the
proper
season
.
Tak
’
the
Wud
,
Mr
.
Sempill
,
like
other
folk
in
Woodilee
.
"
He
peered
in
the
minister
’
s
face
to
see
if
he
were
understood
.
Satisfied
that
he
was
not
,
he
laughed
again
.
"
Tak
’
Gibbie
’
s
advice
,
sir
,
and
no
gang
near
the
Wud
.
It
’
s
nae
place
for
men
o
’
God
,
like
yoursel
’
,
sir
,
and
puir
Gibbie
.
"
"
Do
they
call
it
the
Black
Wood
?
"
