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Updated: June 11, 2025
They lived apart from the battle of life, and only the things relating to their eternal salvation, or their daily bread, moved them. Forty-two years ago there was no landward road to Pittenloch, unless you followed the goats down the steep rocks. There was not a horse or cart in the place; probably there was not a man in it who had ever seen a haymaking.
"I dinna ken, nor I dinna care much, either. She's gane awa' frae Pittenloch, and Pittenloch had a gude riddance o' her." "Gane!" "Ay; when your brother Davie cam' here, mair than a year syne, he just bid her pack her kist, and he and Troll Winans took her at daylight next morn to whar' she cam' frae.
Elder Mackelvine made a grand exhort in the next meeting anent slandering folks; for Janet Caird was a gude text for it; and Kirsty Buchan said, it was a' the gude Pittenloch e'er got oot o' her." "David was here then?" "Ay, he was here. Didna ye ken that?" "Was there ony ither body here?" "Ay, there was.
If you went to Pittenloch, you went by the sea; if you left it, there was the same grand highway. And the great, bearded, sinewy men, bending to the oars, and sending the boat spinning through clouds of spindrift, made it, after all, a right royal road. Forty-two years ago, one wild March afternoon, a young woman was standing on the beach of Pittenloch.
"Sing wo and well a day but still May the good omens shame the ill," said Allan gayly, and the old classical couplet sent his thoughts off to the Aegean sea and the Greek fishermen, and the superstitions which are the soul alphabet of humanity. Johnson had very little news for him. "There's few wonderfu' to see, or hear tell o', in Pittenloch, sir. The Promoters were you asking for?
If she had trusted it to the Drumloch mail-bag and servant it would have reached Dalry on the twenty-ninth; and on that day Willie Johnson was in the post-village, and received several letters lying there for himself and others in Pittenloch.
"I want to see them," he said to Will; "let me have a couple of hours to get my trunks, and I will go with you to Pittenloch." There are very few men who have not a native longing for the ocean; who do not love to go " back to the great, sweet Mother, Mother and lover of men, the sea;" and Allan forgot all his annoyances, as soon as he felt the bound of the boat under him.
But he had not been able to make any arrangements for that solace. A post office did not exist in Pittenloch; if a letter were addressed there, it lay in Dysart until the Dysart postmistress happened to see some one from Pittenloch. Under such circumstances, there was no telling into whose hands his letters might fall.
If Maggie had been a popular girl, the loyalty of the Pittenloch wives to "their ain folk" would have been a sufficient protection against any stranger's innuendoes; but there was no girl in Pittenloch less popular. Maggie was unlike other girls; that was a sufficient reason for disfavor.
"If his father had not been so unreasonable, he never would have gone to Edinburgh at the time he did never would have gone to Pittenloch never would have met Maggie Promoter." John Campbell came home in unusually high spirits. He had made a profitable contract, and he had done a kindness to an old friend. Both circumstances had been mental tonics to him. He felt himself a happy man.
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