now when after all the call came for me to be placed minister of the parish, and i was placed there with the solemn laying on of the hands of the presbytery, i thought in my folly as every young minister does, that the strivings of my life had come to an end. whereas, had i known it, they were but beginning. for the soil was being fattened for the crop of troubles i was to harvest into a bitter garner ere many years had come and gone.
strait and onerous were the charges the reverend brethren laid upon me. i had been of the hill-folk in my youth. so more than once i was reminded. it might be that i was not yet purged of that evil taint. earnestness in labour, sanctity of life, would not avail alone. i must keep me in subjection to the powers that be. i must purge myself of partial counsel and preach the gospel in moderation—with{138} various other charges which i pass over in silence.
yet all the while i had the conceit within me that i knew better than these men could tell me what i had come to balmaghie to perform. i minded me every day of the bennan top and of the men that had been slain on the heather—specially on the poor lad in the brown coat. and i was noways inclined to be over-lenient with those who had wrought the damage, nor yet with those who had stood by with their hands in their pockets and whistled while the deed was being done.
after the ordination, as was the custom, there was a great dinner spread in a long tent set up by the kirk clachan of shankfoot.
here the presbytery, the elders and such of the leading men of the parish as were free of scandal (few enough there were of these!) were entertained at the expense of the session.
one there was among the brethren who had watched me keenly all the day—cameron, the minister of kirkcudbright, an unctuously smiling man, but with a sidelong and dubious eye that could not meet yours. he had the repute of great learning, and was, besides, of highest consideration among the members, because he{139} was reckoned to be the blood brother of the famous richard cameron, who died at ayrsmoss in the year of 1680, and whether that were so or no, at least he did not deny it.
as for me, i talked mostly to a little wizened, hump-shouldered man, with a hassock of black hair which came down over his forehead, and great eyes that looked out on either side of a sharp hawk’s nose. a peeping, peering, birdlike man i found him to be—one telfair of rerrick, the great authority in the south country on ghosts and all manifestations of the devil.
“methinks the spirit of evil is once more abroad,” i heard telfair say in a shrill falsetto to his next neighbour as they sat at meat. “rerrick hath seen nothing like it since the famous affair of the ringcroft visitation, so fully recounted in my little pamphlet—which, as you are aware, has run through several editions, not alone in scotland, but also among the wise and learned folk of london. the late king even ordered a copy for himself, and was pleased to say that he had never read anything like it in all his life before; and by the grace of god he never would again. was not that a compliment from so great a prince?”
“a compliment indeed,” cried cameron of{140} kirkcudbright, nodding his head ironically, yet watching me all the time as i talked with nathan gemmell of drumglass; “but what is this new portent?”
“’tis but the matter of a bairn-child near the village of orraland, which, as all the world knows, is the heart of my parish. a bairn, the son of very respectable folk, looking out upon the moon, had a vision of a man in red apparel cutting the moon in two with a sword of flame, whereat the child screamed and ran in to its mother to tell the marvel. and as soon as they came to me, i said: ‘there is that to be done to-day which shall cut the kirk of god in twain within the bounds of this presbytery.’”
“truly a marvellous child, and of insight justly prophetic!” said cameron, again nodding as he went about the ordering of his dinner and calling the waiting folk to be quick and set clean platters before the hungry presbyters.
“now,” said telfair, looking straight at me, “there hath nothing happened this week in the presbytery save the ordaining of this young man. think ye that through him there will come this breaking asunder of the kirk?”
cameron smiled sardonically.
“how can ye suppose it for a moment?{141} mr. macclellan is a youth of remarkable promise and rumour. we have, indeed, yet to learn whether there be aught behind this sound and show of religion and respect for the authority of the kirk.”
all this time drumglass was pouring forth without stint his joy at my settlement among them.
“be never feared for the face o’ man, young sir,” he cried. “be bold to declare what ye think and believe, and gif ye ken what ye want and earnestly pursue it, tak’ auld drumglass’ word for it, there are few things that ye may not attain in this world.”
at long and last the day came to an end. the ministers of the presbytery one by one took horse or ferry and so departed. i alone returned with nathan gemmell over to the house of drumglass. for i was deadly wearied, and the voice of nathan uplifted by the way to tell of old things was like the pleasant lappering of water on the sides of a boat in which one rocks and dreams. indeed, i was scarce conscious of a word he said, till in the gloom of the trees and the creamy evening light, we met the two lasses, jean and alexander-jonita walking arm in arm.{142}
as we came within the shadow, they two divided the one from the other, the wild lass going to her father’s side, jean being left to come to mine.
“i saw you not at the ordination, alexander-jonita!” said her father.
“no,” she answered sharply, “it was a brave day for the nowt to stray broadcast over the fell, and there was never a man, woman, or bairn about the house. well might i remain to keep the evil-doers from the doors.”
i felt a soft hand touch mine as if by accident, and a low voice whispered close to my ear.
“but i was there. i watched it all, and when i saw you were kneeling before them all with the hands of the ministers upon your head, i had almost swooned away!”
the soft hand was fully in mine now. i was not conscious of having taken it, but nevertheless it lay trembling a little and yet nestling contentedly in my palm. and because i was tired and the day had been a labour and a burden to me, i was comforted that thus jean’s hand abode in mine.
i pressed it and said, perhaps more gently than i ought, “little one, i am glad you were there. but the work is a great one for so{143} young and unworthy as i. it presses hard upon me!”
“but you have good friends,” said jean, “friends that—that think of you always and wish you well.”
we had fallen a little way behind, and i could hear alexander-jonita in her high clear voice telling her father how she had found a sick sheep on the duchrae craigs and carried it all the way home on her back.
“what,” cried her father, “ower the heather and the moss-hags?”
“aye,” she answered, as if the thing were nothing, “and what is more the poor beast is like to live and thrive.”
