woman. Howsoever, it was the laird himsel" that had first tauld the minister o" Janet; and in thae days he wad have gane a far gate to pleesure the laird. When folk tauld him that Janet was sib to the deil, it was a" superst.i.tion by his way of it; and" when they cast up the Bible to him, an" the witch of Endor, he wad threep it doun their thrapples that thir days were a" gane by, and the deil was mercifully restrained.
Weel, when it got about the clachan that Janet M"Clour was to be servant at the manse, the folk were fair mad wi" her an" him thegether; and some o" the guidwives had nae better to dae than get round her door-cheeks and chairge her wi" a" that was kent again" her, frae the sodger"s bairn to John Tamson"s twa kye. She was nae great speaker; folk usually let her gang her ain gait, an" she let them gang theirs, wi" neither fair guid-e"en nor fair guid-day; but when she buckled to, she had a tongue to deave the miller. Up she got, an" there wasnae an auld story in Ba"weary but she gart somebody lowp for it that day; they couldnae say ae thing but she could say twa to it; till, at the hinder end, the guidwives up and claught haud of her, and clawed the coats aff her back, and pu"d her doun the clachan to the water o" Dule, to see if she were a witch or no, soum or droun. The carline skirled till ye could hear her at the Hangin" Shaw, and she focht like ten; there was mony a guid wife bure the mark of her neist day an" mony a lang day after; and just in the hettest o" the collieshangie, wha suld come up (for his sins) but the new minister.
"Women," said he (and he had a grand voice), "I charge you in the Lord"s name to let her go."
Janet ran to him--she was fair wud wi" terror--an" clang to him, an"
prayed him, for Christ"s sake, save her frae the c.u.mmers; an" they, for their pairt, tauld him a" that was kent, and maybe mair.
"Woman," says he to Janet, "is this true?"
"As the Lord sees me," says she, "as the Lord made me, no a word o" "t.
Forby the bairn," says she, "I"ve been a decent woman a" my days."
"Will you," says Mr. Soulis, "in the name of G.o.d, and before me, His unworthy minister, renounce the devil and his works?"
Weel, it wad appear that, when he askit that, she gave a girn that fairly fricht.i.t them that saw her, an" they could hear her teeth play dirl thegether in her chafts; but there was naething for it but the ae way or the ither; an" Janet lifted up her hand and renounced the deil before them a".
"And now," says Mr. Soulis to the guidwives, "home with ye, one and all, and pray to G.o.d for His forgiveness."
And he gied Janet his arm, though she had little on her but a sark, and took her up the clachan to her ain door like a leddy of the land, an"
her scrieghin" and laughin" as was a scandal to be heard.
There were mony grave folk lang ower their prayers that nicht; but when the morn cam" there was sic a fear fell upon a" Ba"weary that the bairns hid theirsel"s, and even the men folk stood and keekit frae their doors.
For there was Janet comin" doun the clachan,--her or her likeness, nane could tell,--wi" her neck thrawn, and her heid on ae side, like a body that has been hangit, and a girn on her face like an unstreakit corp.
By-an"-by they got used wi" it, and even speered at her to ken what was wrang; but frae that day forth she couldnae speak like a Christian woman, but slavered and played click wi" her teeth like a pair o"
shears; and frae that day forth the name o" G.o.d cam" never on her lips.
Whiles she wad try to say it, but it michtnae be. Them that kenned best said least; but they never gied that Thing the name o" Janet M"Clour; for the auld Janet, by their way o" "t, was in muckle h.e.l.l that day. But the minister was neither to haud nor to bind; he preached about naething but the folk"s cruelty that had gien her a stroke of the palsy; he skelpt the bairns that meddled her; and he had her up to the manse that same nicht, and dwalled there a" his lane wi" her under the Hangin"
Shaw.
Weel, time gaed by, and the idler sort commenced to think mair lichtly o" that black business. The minister was weel thocht o"; he was aye late at the writing--folk wad see his can"le doon by the Dule Water after twal" at e"en; and he seemed pleased wi" himsel" and upsitten as at first, though a" body could see that he was dwining. As for Janet, she cam" an" she gaed; if she didnae speak muckle afore, it was reason she should speak less then; she meddled naebody; but she was an eldritch thing to see, an" nane wad hae mistrysted wi" her for Ba"weary glebe.
About the end o" July there cam" a spell o" weather, the like o" "t never was in that countryside; it was lown an" het an" heartless; the herds couldnae win up the Black Hill, the bairns were ower-weariet to play; an" yet it was gousty too, wi" claps o" het wund that rummled in the glens, and bits o" shouers that slockened naething. We aye thocht it but to thun"er on the morn; but the morn cam", an" the morn"s morning, and it was aye the same uncanny weather; sair on folks and b.e.s.t.i.a.l. Of a" that were the waur, nane suffered like Mr. Soulis; he could neither sleep nor eat, he tauld his elders; an" when he wasnae writin" at his weary book, he wad be stravaguin" ower a" the country-side like a man possessed, when a" body else was blithe to keep caller ben the house.
Abune Hangin" Shaw, in the bield o" the Black Hill, there"s a bit enclosed grund wi" an iron yert; and it seems, in the auld days, that was the kirkyaird o" Ba"weary, and consecrated by the papists before the blessed licht shone upon the kingdom. It was a great howff, o" Mr.
Soulis"s onyway; there he would sit an" consider his sermons" and inded it"s a bieldy bit. Weel, as he came ower the wast end o" the Black Hill, ae day, he saw first twa, an" syne fower, an" syne seeven corbie craws fleein" round an" round abune the auld kirkyaird. They flew laigh and heavy, an" squawked to ither as they gaed; and it was clear to Mr.
Soulis that something had put them frae their ordinar. He wasna easy fleyed, an" gaed straucht up to the wa"s; and what suld he find there but a man, or the appearance of a man, sittin" in the inside upon a grave. He was of a great stature, an" black as h.e.l.l, and his een were singular to see. Mr. Soulis had heard tell o" black men, mony"s the time; but there was something unco abut this black man that daunted him.
Het as he was, he took a kind o" cauld grue in the marrow o" his banes; but up he spak" for a" that; an" says he, "My friend, are you a stranger in this place?" The black man answered never a word; he got upon his feet, an" begude to hirsel to the wa" on the far side; but he aye lookit at the minister; an" the minister stood an" lookit back; till a" in a meenute the black man was ower the wa" an" rinnin" for the bield o" the trees. Mr. Soulis, he hardly kenned why, ran after him; but he was sair forjaskit wi" his walk an" the het, unhalesome weather; and rin as he likit, he got nae mair than a glisk o" the black man amang the birks, till he won doun to the foot o" the hillside, an" there he saw him ance mair, gaun, hap, step, an" lowp, ower Dule Water to the manse.
Mr. Soulis wasna weel pleased that this fearsome gangrel suld mak" sae free wi" Ba"weary manse; an" he ran the harder, an" wet shoon, ower the burn, an" up the walk; but the deil a black man was there to see. He stepped out upon the road, but there was naebody there; he gaed a" ower the gairden, but na, nae black man. At the hinder end, and a bit feard as was but natural, he lifted the hasp and into the manse; and there was Janet M"Clour before his een, wi" her thrawn craig, and nane sae pleased to see him. And he aye minded sinsyne, when first he set his een upon her, he had the same cauld and deidy grue.
"Janet," says he, "have you seen a black man?"
"A black man?" quo" she. "Save us a"! Ye "re no wise, minister. There"s nae black man in a" Ba"weary."
But she didna speak plain, ye maun understand; but yam-yammered, like a powny wi" the bit in its moo.
"Weel," says he, "Janet, if there was nae black man, I have spoken with the Accuser of the Brethren."
And he sat down like ane wi" a fever, an" his teeth chittered in his heid.
"Hoots!" says she, "think shame to yoursel", minister," an" gied him a drap brandy that she keept aye by her.
Syne Mr. Soulis gaed into his study amang a" his books. It"s a lang, laigh, mirk chalmer, perishin" cauld in winter, an" no very dry even in the top o" the simmer, for the manse stands near the burn. Sae doun he sat, and thocht of a" that had come an" gane since he was in Ba"weary, an" his hame, an" the days when he was a bairn an" ran daffin" on the braes; and that black man aye ran in his heid like the owercome of a sang. Aye the mair he thocht, the mair he thocht o" the black man. He tried the prayer, an" the words wouldnae come to him; an" he tried, they say, to write at his book, but he couldnae mak" nae mair o" that. There was whiles he thocht the black man was at his oxter, an" the swat stood upon him cauld as well-water; and there was other whiles when he cam" to himsel" like a christened bairn and minded naething.
The upshot was that he gaed to the window an" stood glowrin" at Dule Water. The trees are unco thick, an" the water lies deep an" black under the manse; and there was Janet washing" the cla"es wi" her coats kilted.
She had her back to the minister, an" he for his pairt, hardly kenned what he was lookin" at. Syne she turned round, an" shawed her face; Mr.
Soulis had the same cauld grue as twice that day afore, an" it was borne in upon him what folk said, that Janet was deid lang syne, an" this was a bogle in her clay-cauld flesh. He drew back a pickle and he scanned her narrowly. She was tramp-trampin" in the cla"es, croonin" to hersel"; and eh! Gude guide us, but it was a fearsome face. Whiles she sang louder, but there was nae man born o" woman that could tell the words o" her sang; an" whiles she lookit sidelang doun, but there was naething there for her to look at. There gaed a scunner through the flesh upon his banes; and that was Heeven"s advertis.e.m.e.nt. But Mr. Soulis just blamed himsel", he said, to think sae ill of a puir auld afflicted wife that hadnae a freend forby himsel"; an" he put up a bit prayer for him an" her, an" drank a little caller water,--for his heart rose again" the meat,--an" gaed up to his naked bed in the gloaming.
That was a nicht that has never been forgotten in Ba"weary, the nicht o"
the seeventeenth of August, seventeen hun"er" an" twal". It had been het afore, as I hae said, but that nicht it was hetter than ever. The sun gaed doun amang unco-lookin" clouds; it fell as mirk as the pit; no a star, no a breath o" wund; ye couldnae see your han" afore your face, and even the auld folk cuist the covers frae their beds and lay pechin"
for their breath. Wi" a" that he had upon his mind, it was gey and unlikely Mr. Soulis wad get muckle sleep. He lay an" he tummled; the gude, caller bed that he got into brunt his very banes; whiles he slept, and whiles he waukened; whiles he heard the time o" nicht, and whiles a tike yowlin" up the muir, as if somebody was deid; whiles he thocht he heard bogles claverin" in his lug, an" whiles he saw s.p.u.n.kies in the room. He behooved, he judged, to be sick; an" sick he was--little he jaloosed the sickness.
At the hinder end, he got a clearness in his mind, sat up in his sark on the bedside, and fell thinkin" ance mair o" the black man an" Janet.
He couldnae weel tell how,--maybe it was the cauld to his feet,--but it cam" in upon him wi" a spate that there was some connection between thir twa, an" that either or baith o" them were bogles. And just at that moment, in Janet"s room, which was neist to his, there cam" a stamp o"
feet as if men were wars"lin", an" then a loud bang; an" then a wund gaed reishling round the fower quarters of the house; an" then a" was ance mair as seelent as the grave.
Mr. Soulis was feard for neither man nor deevil. He got his tinder-box, an" lit a can"le, an" made three steps o" "t ower to Janet"s door. It was on the hasp, an" he pushed it open, an" keeked bauldly in. It was a big room, as big as the minister"s ain, an" plenished wi" grand, auld, solid gear, for he had naething else. There was a fower-posted bed wi"
auld tapestry; and a braw cabinet of aik, that was fu" o" the minister"s divinity books, an" put there to be out o" the gate; an" a wheen duds o" Janet"s lying here and there about the floor. But nae Janet could Mr.
Soulis see, nor ony sign of a contention. In he gaed (an" there"s few that wad hae followed him), an" lookit a" round, an" listened. But there was naethin" to be heard neither inside the manse nor in a" Ba"weary parish, an" naethin" to be seen but the muckle shadows turnin" round the can"le. An" then a" at aince the minister"s heart played dunt an" stood stock-still, an" a cauld wund blew amang the hairs o" his heid. Whaten a weary sicht was that for the puir man"s een! For there was Janet hangin" frae a nail beside the auld aik cabinet; her heid aye lay on her shouther, her een were steeked, the tongue projecket frae her mouth, and her heels were twa feet clear abune the floor.
"G.o.d forgive us all!" thocht Mr. Soulis, "poor Janet"s dead."
He cam" a step nearer to the corp; an" then his heart fair whammled in his inside. For--by what cantrip it wad ill beseem a man to judge--she was hingin" frae a single nail an" by a single wursted thread for darnin" hose.
It"s an awfu" thing to be your lane at nicht wi" siccan prodigies o"
darkness; but Mr. Soulis was strong in the Lord. He turned an" gaed his ways oot o" that room, and locket the door ahint him; and step by step doon the stairs, as heavy as leed; and set doon the can"le on the table at the stair-foot. He couldnae pray, he couldnae think, he was dreepin"
wi" caul" swat, an" naething could he hear but the dunt-dunt-duntin" o"
his ain heart. He micht maybe have stood there an hour, or maybe twa, he minded sae little; when a" o" a sudden he heard a laigh, uncanny steer upstairs; a foot gaed to an" fro in the cham"er whair the corp was hingin"; syne the door was opened, though he minded weel that he had lockit it; an" syne there was a step upon the landin", an" it seemed to him as if the corp was lookin" ower the tail and doun upon him whaur he stood.
He took up the can"le again (for he couldnae want the licht), and, as saftly as ever he could, gaed straucht out o" the manse an" to the far end o" the causeway. It was aye pit-mirk; the flame o" the can"le, when he set it on the grund, brunt steedy and clear as in a room; naething moved, but the Dule Water seepin" and sabbin" doon the glen, an" yon unhaly footstep that cam" plodding" doun the stairs inside the manse.
He kenned the foot ower-weel, for it was Janet"s; and at ilka step that cam" a wee thing nearer, the cauld got deeper in his vitals. He commended his soul to Him that made an" keepit him; "and, O Lord," said he, "give me strength this night to war against the powers of evil."
By this time the foot was comin" through the pa.s.sage for the door; he could hear a hand skirt alang the wa", as if the fearsome thing was feelin" for its way. The saughs tossed an" maned thegether, a long sigh cam" ower the hills, the flame o" the can"le was blawn aboot; an" there stood the corp of Thrawn Janet, wi" her grogram goun an" her black mutch, wi" the heid aye upon the shouther, an" the girn still upon the face o" "t,--leevin", ye wad hae said--deid, as Mr. Soulis weel kenned,--upon the threshold o" the manse.
It"s a strange thing that the saul of man should be thirled into his perishable body; but the minister saw that, an" his heart didnae break.
She didnae stand there lang; she began to move again, an" cam" slowly toward Mr. Soulis whaur he stood under the saughs. A" the life o" his body, a" the strength o" his speerit, were glowerin" frae his een. It seemed she was gaun to speak, but wanted words, an" made a sign wi" the left hand. There cam" a clap o" wund, like a cat"s fuff; oot gaed the can"le, the saughs skrieghed like folk" an" Mr. Soulis kenned that, live or die, this was the end o" "t.
"Witch, beldam, devil!" he cried, "I charge you, by the power of G.o.d, begone--if you be dead, to the grave; if you be d.a.m.ned, to h.e.l.l."
An" at that moment the Lord"s ain hand out o" the heevens struck the Horror whaur it stood; the auld, deid, desecrated corp o" the witch-wife, sae lang keepit frae the grave and hirselled round by deils, lowed up like a brunstane s.p.u.n.k and fell in ashes to the grund; the thunder followed, peal on dirling peal, the rairing rain upon the back o" that; and Mr. Soulis lowped through the garden hedge, and ran, wi"
skelloch upon skelloch, for the clachan.
That same mornin" John Christie saw the black man pa.s.s the Muckle Cairn as it was chappin" six; before eicht, he gaed by the change-house at Knockdow; an" no lang after, Sandy M"Lellan saw him gaun linkin" doun the braes frae Kilmackerlie. There"s little doubt but it was him that dwalled sae lang in Janet"s body; but he was awa" at last; and sinsyne the deil has never fashed us in Ba"weary.
But it was a sair dispensation for the minister; lang, lang he lay ravin" in his bed; and frae that hour to this, he was the man ye ken the day.