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I canna gang, cause Mrs Forbes is gaun oot." "I'll gang and hear him, to please you, my lassie; for, as I said, I haena been to the kirk the day." "But do ye think it's richt to brak the Sawbath, Mr Cupples?" "Ay and no." "I dinna unnerstan' ye." "What the clergy ca' brakin' the Sawbath's no brakin' o' 't.
McAravey, satirically, "but I think ma mon and mysel' knows our duties, and can teach the wains, too, wi'out any parson comin' to help us. A pretty thing to tell us we knows nothing o' the Saviour! I can tell you, mon, I've walked more miles o' the Sawbath to my place o' worship than some folks as I know walks in a week."
Ay, it was no that bad," replied his mother with cautious approval. "What about his view of the Sabbath?" "What about it? Wad ye no lift a sheep oot o' the muck on the Sawbath?" "A would, of course," replied Malcolm. "Weel, what?" "A was jist thinkin' o' Mr. Wigglesworth this morning." "Yon man!" "You were rather hard on him this morning', eh, Mither?" "Hard on him?
It was the high-water, full and strange, of that weekly trance to which the city of Edinburgh is subjected: the apotheosis of the Sawbath; and I confess the spectacle wanted not grandeur, however much it may have lacked cheerfulness. There are few religious ceremonies more imposing.
Bent into all the angles of a grasshopper, and lean with ancient poverty, the old man tottered away with his stick in one hand, stretched far out to support his stooping frame, and carried in the other the caps of the two forsaken urchins, saying, as he went, in a quavering, croaking voice, "I'll jist tak them wi' me, or they'll no be fit for the Sawbath aboon a fortnicht.
'Aweel, the ancient continued, 'the Meenister can be the stake-holder, an' the landlord can set ye awa as the clock strikes twalve the morrow nicht. If ye win through to the manse your lane ye'll hae won my shillin'; if no', the Meenister will hae a sovereign i' the ladle next Sawbath.
It was at Creetown, our next stopping place, that we had an adventure that micht weel ha' had serious results. We had a Sunday to spend, and decided to stay there and see some of the Galloway moorlands, of which we had all heard wondrous tales. And after our concert we were introduced to a man who asked us if we'd no like a little fun on the Sawbath nicht.
"Ye'll be needing a wash the day, Mon Sandy, and the Sawbath but fower days syne," opined Dam, critically observing the moss-and-mud streaked head, face and neck of the raving, incoherent victim of Lucille's effort. When at all lucid and comprehensible Mr. Dam pocketed his hands and said but: "Havers, Mon Sandy!" "I'll tak' the hide fra y'r bones yet, ye feckless, impident "
He's no a sheep, nor in some ways as guid's a sheep, A grant ye that, but such as he is was it no ma duty to pull him oot o' the mire o' Sawbath desecration and general ungodliness?" "Aw, Mither, Mither! Ye're incorrigible! Ye ought to come to the meeting this afternoon and give them all a lug out." "A wull that then," said his mother heartily. "They need it, A doot." "Hoots!
Rax doon the bottle, lass, and I'll jist gie a luik oot an' see whether the water's likely to come in ower the door-sill; for gin it ance crosses the thrashol', I doot there wonno be whusky eneuch i' the hoose, and bein' the Sawbath nicht, we canna weel win at ony mair." Thus entreated, Mistress Whaup got the bottle down.
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