"Weel, for ae thing, he gangs to the kirk every Sabbath, and lies in the pa.s.sage, an" he"ll no as muckle as snack at a flee that lichts on his nose--a thing he"s verra fond o" on a week day. An" if it"s no" yersel"
that"s preachin", my gran"faither says that he"ll rise an" gang oot till the sermon"s by."
The minister felt keenly the implied compliment.
"And mair nor that, he disna haud wi" repeating tunes," said Walter, who, though a boy, knew the name of every tune in the psalmody--for that was one of the books which could with safety be looked at under the bookboard when the minister was laying down his "fifthly," and when some one had put leaden clogs on the hands of the little yellow-faced clock in the front of the gallery--a clock which in the pauses of the sermon could be heard ticking distinctly, with a staidness and devotion to the matter in hand which were quite Cameronian.
"Repeating tunes!" said the minister, with a certain painful recollection of a storm in his session on the Thursday after the precentor had set up "Artaxerxes" in front of him and sung it as a solo without a single member of the congregation daring to join.
"Ay," said Walter, "Royal disna hand wi" repeats. He yowls like fun. But "Kilmarnock" and "Martyrs" fit him fine. He thumps the pa.s.sage boards wi" his tail near as loud"s ye do the Bible yersel". Mair than that, Royal gangs for the kye every nicht himsel". A" that ye hae to say is juist "Kye, Royal--gae fetch them!" an" he"s aff like a shot."
"How does he open the gates?" queried the minister.
"He lifts the bars wi" his nose, but he canna sneck them ahint him when he comes back."
"And you think that he has a soul?" said the minister, to draw the boy out.
"What think ye yersel", sir?" said Walter, who at bottom was a true Scot, and could always answer one question by asking another.
"Well," answered the minister, making a great concession, "the Bible tells us nothing of the future of the beasts that perish--"
"Who knoweth," said Walter, "the soul of the beast, whether it goeth upward or whether it goeth downward to the ground?"
The minister took his way over the moor, crossing the wide peat-hags and the deep trenches from which the neighbouring farmers of bygone generations had cut the peat for their winter fires. He went with a long swinging step very light and swift, springing from _tussock_ to _tussock_ of dried brown bent in the marshy places.
At the great barn-door he came upon Saunders M"Quhirr, master of the farm of Drumquhat, whose welcome to his minister it was worth coming a hundred miles to receive.
"Come awa", Maister Cameron, and the mistress will get you a drink o"
milk, an" ye"ll hae a bite o" denner wi" us gin ye can bide half an hour!"
The minister went in and surprised the goodwife in the midst of the clean and comely mysteries of the dairy. From her, likewise, he received the warmest of welcomes. The relation of minister and people in Galloway, specially among the poorer congregations who have to work hard to support their minister, is a very beautiful one. He is their superior in every respect, their oracle, their model, their favourite subject of conversation; yet also in a special measure he is their property.
Saunders and Mary M"Quhirr would as soon have contradicted the Confession of Faith as questioned any opinion of the minister"s when he spoke on his own subjects.
On rotation of crops, and specially on "nowt" beasts, his opinion was "no worth a preen." It would not have been becoming in him to have a good judgment on these secularities.
The family and dependants were all gathered together in the wide, cool kitchen of Drumquhat, for it was the time for the minister"s catechising. Saunders sat with his wife beside him. The three sons--Alec, James, and Rob--sat on straight-backed chairs; Walter near by, his hand on his grandmother"s lap.
Question and answer from the Shorter Catechism pa.s.sed from lip to lip like a well-played game in which no one let the ball drop. It would have been thought as shameful if the minister had not acquitted himself at "speerin"" the questions deftly and instantaneously as for one of those who were answering to fail in their replies. When Rob momentarily mislaid the "Reasons Annexed" to the second commandment, and his very soul reeled in the sudden terror that they had gone from him for ever, his father looked at him as one who should say, "Woe is me that I have been the responsible means of bringing a fool into the world!" Even his mother looked at him wistfully, in a way that was like cold water running down his back, while Mr. Cameron said kindly, "Take your time, Robert!"
However, Rob recovered himself gallantly, and reeled off the Reasons Annexed with vigour. Then he promised, under his breath, a sound thrashing to his model brother, James, who, having known the Catechism perfectly from his youth up, had yet refused to give a leading hint to his brother in his extremity. Walter had his answers as ready as any of them.
Walter had, on one occasion, begun to attend a Sabbath school at the village, which was started by the enthusiastic a.s.sistant of the parish minister, whose church lay some miles over the moor. Walter had not asked any permission of his seniors at the farm, but wandered off by himself to be present at the strange ceremonies of the opening. There the Drumquhat training made him easily first of those who repeated psalms and said their Catechism. A distinguished career seemed to be opening out before him, but a sad event happened which abruptly closed the new-fangled Sunday school. The minister of the parish heard what his young "helper" had been doing over in Whunnyliggate, and he appeared in person on the following Sabbath when the exercises were in full swing. He opened the door, and stood silently regarding, the stick _dithering_ in both hands with a kind of senile fury.
The "helper" came forward with a bashful confidence, expecting that he would receive commendation for his great diligence. But he was the most surprised "helper" in six counties when the minister struck at him suddenly with his stick, and abruptly ordered him out of the school and out of his employment.
"I did not bring ye frae Edinburgh to gang sneaking aboot my pairish sugarin" the bairns an" flairdyin" the auld wives. Get Oot o" my sicht, an" never let your shadow darken this pairish again, ye sneevlin"
sc.o.o.ndrel!"
Then he turned the children out to the green, letting some of the laggards feel his stick as they pa.s.sed. Thus was closed the first Sabbath-school that was ever held in the village of Whunnyliggate. The too-enthusiastic "helper" pa.s.sed away like a dream, and the few folk who journeyed every Sabbath from Whunnyliggate to the parish kirk by the side of the Dee Water received the ordinances officially at noon each Lord"s Day, by being exhorted to "begin the public worship of G.o.d in this parish" in the voice which a drill-sergeant uses when he exhorts an awkward squad. Walter did not bring this event before the authorities at Drumquhat. He knew that the blow of the minister"s oaken staff was a judgment on him for having had anything to do with an Erastian Establishment.
After the catechising, the minister prayed. He prayed for the venerable heads of the household, that they might have wisdom and discretion. He prayed that in the younger members the fear of the Lord might overcome the l.u.s.t of the eye and the pride of life--for the sojourners, that the G.o.d of journeying Israel might be a pillar of fire by night and of cloud by day before them, and that their pilgrimage way might be plain. He prayed for the young child, that he might be a Timothy in the Scriptures, a Samuel in obedience, and that in the future, if so it were the will of the Most High, he might be both witness and evangelist of the Gospel.
III
THE MINISTER"S LOON
_Saw ye ae flour in a fair garden, Where the lilac blossom blooms cheerily; "Fairest and rarest ever was seen,"
Sing the merle and laverock merrily_.
_Watered o" dew i" the earliest morn, Lilac blossom blooms cheerily; Bield aboot wi" a sweet hawthorn, Where the merle and lark sing merrily_.
_Wha shall pu" this flour o" the flours?
Lilac blossom blooms cheerily; Wha hae for aye to grace their booers, Where the merle and lark sing merrily_?
This is the note that came for me this morning. It was the herd of Hanging Shaws that brought it. He had been down at the smiddy getting the horses shod; and Mr. Marchbanks, the minister, handed it to him himself as he was pa.s.sing the manse on his way home. The herd said that it was "bound to be something pressing, or the minister wadna hae been so soon oot o" his bed." So he waited till I had opened it to hear what it was about, for the wife of Hanging Shaws would be sure to be asking.
I read it to him, but he did not seem to be much the wiser. Here is the letter, written in an ill, crabbed hand-of-write, like all ministers"
writings:--
"_Nether Dullarg_.
"DEAR MR. M"QUHIRR,--_I made strict inquiry subsequent to my return from your hospitable dwelling last evening regarding the slight accident which happened to my son, Archibald, whilst I was engaged in suitable converse with your like-minded partner. I am of opinion that there is no necessity for proceeding to extreme measures in the case of your son, Alexander--as in my first natural indignation, I urged somewhat strongly upon your good wife. It may not ultimately be for the worse, that the lads were allowed to settle their own differences without the intervention of their parents. I may say, in conclusion, that the application of a portion of uncooked beef to the protuberance has considerably reduced the swelling upon my son"s nose during the night. I intend (D.V.) to resume the visitation of my congregation on Thursday next, unaccompanied either by my own son or yours.--Believe me, dear sir, to remain your most obedient servant_,
_July 3rd_.
"JOHN MARCHBANKS."
Now, Mr. Marchbanks is not my own minister, but there is not a better respected man in the countryside, nor one whom I would less allow any one belonging to me to make light of. So it behoved me to make inquiry.
Of the letter itself I could make neither head nor tail; but two things were clear--that that loon of a boy, my son Alec, was in it, and also that his mother was "accessory after the fact," as the Kirkcudbright lawyers say. In the latter case it was necessary to act with circ.u.mspection. In the other case I should probably have acted instantly with a suitable hazel rod.
I went into the house. "Where"s Alec?" I asked, maybe a kenning sharper than ordinary.
"What may ye be wantin" wi" Alec?" said my wife, with a sting in her accent which showed that she was deep in the ploy, whatever it had been.
It now came to my mind that I had not seen Alec since the day before, when I sent him out to play with the minister"s son, till Maister Marchbanks had peace to give us his crack before I went out to the hill sheep.
So I mentioned to Mrs. M"Quhirr that I had a letter from the minister about the boy. "Let us hear it," says she. So I read the letter word for word.
"What does he mean by a" that screed?" she asked. "It"s like a bit o" a sermon."
Now, my wife takes the general good out of a sermon, but she does not always trouble to translate pulpit language into plain talk.
"He means that there"s six o" yin an" half a dizzen o" the ither," I explained, to smooth her down.
"Na, they"re no" that," said Mrs. M"Quhirr; "my laddie may be steerin", I"m no" denyin"; but he"s no" to be named in the same day as that misleered hound, the minister"s loon!"
It was evidently more than ever necessary to proceed with circ.u.mspection.