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'Ye s' get that, answered Marion. 'But what want ye a can'le for i' the braid mids o' the daylicht? 'We want to gang doon a hole, replied Steenie with flashing eyes, 'and see the pictur o' the bonny man. 'Hoot, Steenie! I tellt ye it wasna there, interposed Kirsty. 'Na, returned Steenie; 'ye only said yon hole wasna that place. Ye said the bonny man was there, though I michtna see him.
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!
"Now you dress up pretty, Miss Ann, an' 'member th'ain't gonter be nary pusson here what kin hol' a can'le to you." "Have they come yet, Billy?" "Some air come an' mo' air comin', so I reckon you'd bes' rise an' shine, Miss Ann. Kin I he'p you none?" Such was the old man's devotion to his mistress that he would gladly have served her as lady's maid had he been called on to do so.
Sandy bloo oot the can'le; an' by a' the how-d'ye-does ever was heard tell o', you niver heard the marrow o' yon. Stumpie Mertin roared "Order! Feyre!" at the pitch o' his voice; an' the chairman was yowlin', "For ony sake, gie's a grip o' some o' your hands till I get oot o' this draw-wall, or I'm a deid man."
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, beldame, devil! he cried, 'I charge you, by the power of God, begone if you be dead, to the grave if you be damned, to hell.
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.
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.
Yet wudda thocht they'd kent ane anither sin' ever they were doakit. Gin we cam' back, Aleck's mither had a fine supper a' ready on the table. She had a can'le here an' there, an' pucklies o' chuckinwirth an' persly scattered roond the rob-roys. It was awfu' nice. It would raley garred ye think ye was amon' braw fowk. I was juist sittin' admirin't when Aleck says, "Ay, then, are ye a' ready?"
She went grumbling, and brought him the miserable end. "Hoot, Grizzie!" he expostulated, "dinna be sae near. Ye wadna, gien ye kenned what I was aboot." "Eh! what are ye aboot, sir?" "I'm no gaein' to tell ye yet. Ye maun hae patience, an' I maun hae a can'le." "Ye maun tak what's offert ye." "Grizzie, I'm in earnest."
There was a terriple atramush amon' the laddies when the can'le was blawn oot, an' syne Sandy strak a spunk an' lichtit his lantern, an', efter a fell lot o' fykin', he got her into order. Sandy gae a keckle o' a host, an' syne he says, "Now, boys an' girls an' people, the first picture I'm genna show you is Danyil in the den o' lions. There he is sae!" an' he shot in the picture.
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