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I persuaded my Mother to explain to me what it was all about, and she told me of the affliction of the Scottish saints, their flight to the waters and the wilderness, their cruel murder while they were singing 'their last song to the God of Salvation'. I was greatly fired, and the following stanza, in particular, reached my ideal of the Sublime: The muskets were flashing, the blue swords were gleaming, The helmets were cleft, and the red blood was streaming, The heavens grew dark, and the thunder was rolling, When in Wellwood's dark muirlands the mighty were falling.
Weel, thinks I, there's nae place in this country they ca' Roman Gilead it will be some gate in the west muirlands; and or we win there I'll see to slip awa wi' this mither o' mine, for I winna rin my neck into a tether for ony Kettledrummle in the country side Aweel," continued Cuddie, relieving himself by detailing his misfortunes, without being scrupulous concerning the degree of attention which his companion bestowed on his narrative, "just as I was wearying for the tail of the preaching, cam word that the dragoons were upon us.
It was a long road, a sair road, but I did it, and by seven o'clock I was at the edge o' the muirlands. There was a braw mune, and a the glens and taps stood out as clear as midday. Bit by bit, for I was gey tired, I warstled ower the rigs and up the cleuchs to the Gled-head; syne up the stany Gled-cleuch to the lang grey hill which they ca' the Hurlybackit.
Weel, thinks I, there's nae place in this country they ca' Roman Gilead it will be some gate in the west muirlands; and or we win there I'll see to slip awa wi' this mither o' mine, for I winna rin my neck into a tether for ony Kettledrummle in the country side Aweel," continued Cuddie, relieving himself by detailing his misfortunes, without being scrupulous concerning the degree of attention which his companion bestowed on his narrative, "just as I was wearying for the tail of the preaching, cam word that the dragoons were upon us.
You should have an eye upon him, Lilias, my woman, that he doesn't take up with folk that `call evil good, and good evil. It was that was the ruin of Hugh Blair, poor laddie!" "Archie sees no one among the hills that can do him harm," said Lilias, hastily, "only Donald Ross and the Muirlands shepherds, and now and then a herd-laddie from Alliston.
"Archie," said his aunt after a little time, "who spoke to you of your cousin Hugh?" "Oh, many a one," answered Archie, as he gently stroked his cousin's hair. "Donald Ross, and the Muirlands shepherds, and Mrs Stirling." And then he added, in a hushed voice, "Lilias heard you speak his name in your prayers often, when you thought her sleeping." Hugh Blair groaned in bitterness of spirit.
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