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Updated: June 26, 2025
"'A'm prood tae hae met ye', says Sir George, an' him the greatest doctor in the land. 'Yir an honor tae oor profession. "Hillocks, a' wudna hae missed it for twenty notes," said James Soutar, cynic-in-ordinary to the parish of Drumtochty.
Then Drumtochty became self-conscious, and went home in confusion of face and unbroken silence, except Jamie Soutar, who faced his neighbors at the parting of the ways without shame. "A' wud dae it a' ower again if a' hed the chance; he got naethin' but his due." It was two miles before Jess composed her mind, and the doctor and she could discuss it quietly together.
The captain worked the vessel into smooth water with admirable dexterity, and I got on board again about 6 p.m. from the other side of the point." But not even the dexterity of Soutar could prevail always; and my grandfather must at times have been left in strange berths and with but rude provision.
Henceforth Robert had more to do in reading the New Testament than in the fiddle to the soutar, though they never parted without an air or two. Sandy continued hopeful and generally cheerful, with alternations which the reading generally fixed on the right side for the night. Robert never attempted any comments, but left him to take from the word what nourishment he could.
The factor kept raging to himself all the way home, flung himself trembling on his horse, vouchsafing his anxious wife scarce any answer to her anxious enquiries, and galloped to Duff Harbour to Mr Soutar. I will not occupy my tale with their interview.
But I jist want to live lang eneuch to lat the Lord ken 'at I'm in doonricht earnest aboot it. I hae nae chance o' drinkin' as lang's I'm lyin' here. 'Never ye fash yer heid aboot that. He'll see 'at ye're a' richt. Dinna ye think 'at he'll lat ye aff. 'The Lord forbid, responded the soutar earnestly. 'It maun be a' pitten richt. It wad be dreidfu' to be latten aff.
Tell them to put four horses to: Stokes can ride one." "I'll ride the ither, my lord." "You'll do nothing of the kind: you're not used to the pole." "I can tak the leader, my lord." "I tell you you're to do nothing of the kind," cried the marquis angrily. "You're to ride inside, and bring Mr. what's his name? back with you." "Soutar, my lord, gien ye please." "Be off, then. Don't wait to feed.
Nevertheless to those guileless souls, the words of the soutar sounded like blasphemy: was not her fate settled, and for ever? Had not death in a moment turned her into an immortal angel, or an equally immortal devil?
He caught up his hat, and with a flushed face went straight to the soutar where he sat at work. "I have come to ask you, Mr. MacLear, if you will give me your daughter to be my wife!" he said. "Ow, sae that's it!" returned the soutar, without raising his eyes. "You have no objection, I hope?" continued the minister, finding him silent. "What says she hersel? Ye comena to me first, I reckon!"
Gien ye could, ye wouldna be sae comfortable as ye seem!" "I cannot think, Mr. MacLear, why you should be rude to me!" "Gien ye saw the hoose on fire aboot a man deid asleep, maybe ye micht be in ower great a hurry to be polite til 'im!" remarked the soutar. "Dare you suggest, sir, that I have been drinking?" cried the parson.
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