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There was little need for pulling, nor was there much fear of being overtaken by any floating mass, while there was great necessity for looking out ahead. The moment Thomas saw the boat laid hold of by the current, he turned his back to the Glamour, fell upon his knees in the grass, and cried in an agony: "Lord, let not the curse o' the widow and the childless be upo' me, Thomas Crann."
While Thomas Crann was bending his spiritual artillery upon the poor crazy tub in which floated the earthly presence of Peter Peterson, Mr Cowie's bark was lying stranded upon that shore whither the tide of time is slowly drifting each of us. He was gently regretted by all even by Thomas. "Ay! ay!" he said, with slow emphasis, 'long drawn out'; "he's gane, is he, honest man?
"And sae what am I to do?" asked Thomas as he finished his tale.�-"I can pruv naething; but I'm certain i' my ain min', kennin' the man's nater, that it was that note he tuik oot o' the Bible." "I'll put the proof o' that same into yer han's, or I'm sair mista'en," said Mr Cupples. "You, Mr Cupples?" "Ay, me, Mr Crann. But maybe ye wadna tak proof frae sic a sinner against sic a sanct.
At length, that is, in about ten days, he began to settle down into sobriety of demeanour. The first thing that sobered him was a hint of yellow upon a field of oats. He began at once to go and see the people of Glamerton, and called upon Thomas Crann first. He found him in one of his gloomy moods, which however were much less frequent than they had been. "Hoo are ye, auld frien'?" said Cupples.
Ca' ye na that a breach o' the eicht commandment, Robert Bruce?" But now Robert Bruce rose. And he spoke with solemnity and pathos. "It's a sair thing, sirs, that amo' Christians, wha ca' themsel's a chosen priesthood and a peculiar people, a jined member o' the same church should meet wi' sic ill-guideship as I hae met wi' at the han's o' Mr Crann.
I wonder if the souls of idle parsons are condemned to haunt them, and that is what gives them that musty odour and that exhausting air. Glamerton was variously affected by this condensation of the vapour of prophecy into a definite prediction. "What think ye o' 't, Thomas Crann?" said Andrew Constable. "The calcleation seems to be a' correck. Yet somehoo I canna believe in't."
"An' now," said Ozias Crann in conclusion, "all them fellers is a-diggin'." "Whut's in the box!" demanded Swof-ford, his big baby-face all in a pucker of doubt. "The gold an' silver he ought ter hev paid the miners, of course. They always 'lowed they never tuk a dollar off him; they jes' got a long range shot at him!
The drip from the thatch-eaves was dropping upon her shabby little shawl as she stood, but she was utterly heedless of it in the absorption of hearkening to Thomas Crann, who talked with authority, and a kind of hard eloquence of persuasion.
When Annie vanished among the stooks after the rejection of her offered shadow, a throbbing pain at her heart kept her from returning to the reapers. She wandered away up the field towards a little old cottage, in which some of the farm servants resided. She knew that Thomas Crann was at work there, and found him busy rough-casting the outside of it.
I'll tell ye a' aboot it," pleaded Thomas, than who no man could better recognize good sense. But the Cosmo Cupples who thus attracted the confidence of Thomas Crann was a very different man from the Cosmo Cupples whom first Alec Forbes went to the garret to see at his landlady's suggestion. All the flabbiness had passed from his face, and his eyes shone clearer than ever from a clear complexion.
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