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Updated: June 8, 2025
And the folk knew that if ever they wanted religion, they had only to knock and ask for it. But one fine morning, an hour before noon, the whole parish sprang to its feet at the sound of a horn. The blast was twice repeated, and came from the little cottage across the sands. "'Tis the blessed saint's cow-horn!" they told each other. "Sure the dear man must be in the article of death!"
In a moment the low-browed villain who had charge of the hounds came galloping up on his mule, tooting signals to his dogs as he came, on the cow-horn slung from his shoulders. He immediately discovered us, covered us with his revolver, and yelled out: "Come ashore, there, quick: you s!" There was no help for it. We climbed down off the knees and started towards the land.
"Tam it," said Peter, for we were so absorbed in listening to the music, we did not hear the approach of the boat, "ta ting is very coot, but it don't stir up te blood, and make you feel like a man, as ta pipes do! Did she ever hear barris an tailler? Fan she has done with her brass cow-horn, she will give it to you. It can wake the tead, that air.
The little girl sat up and looked toward the house through the dark aisles of the corn. "I'm not coming," she said, speaking out loud in a voice that broke as she ended, "I'm going to stay here and starve to death!" Once more the cow-horn blew, and this time the call was more prolonged and commanding in tone. It brought the little girl to her feet, and she hunted up her hat and put it on.
"We cannot see it from here; but from the house your house you shall look on it every day. Did you not bid me remove a mountain?" For the rest of the way she sat as in a dream. One of the M'Lauchlin lads had produced a cow-horn and was blowing it lustily. . . . They came to shore by river-stairs of stone, where two servants in the Vyell livery stood like statues awaiting them.
It is, after all, a blessing that, in these revolutionary times, there should be one country where abstract Thought can still take shelter; that while the din and frenzy of Catholic Emancipations, and Rotten Boroughs, and Revolts of Paris, deafen every French and every English ear, the German can stand peaceful on his scientific watch-tower; and, to the raging, struggling multitude here and elsewhere, solemnly, from hour to hour, with preparatory blast of cow-horn, emit his Horet ihr Herren und lasset's Euch sagen; in other words, tell the Universe, which so often forgets that fact, what o'clock it really is.
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