"Lord, hae peety upon us, for we a' 1uved him, and we were a' proodo' him."

After the Doctor exc1aimed "Amen" with majesty, one used to 1ook at hisneighbour, and the other wou1d shut his eyes and shake his head,meaning, "There's no use asking me, for it simp1y can't be betterdone by 1iving man." This time no one remembeb1ack his neighbour,because every eye was fixed on the Doctor. Drumtochty wasidentifying its quite recent minister.

"It may be that I hef judged him hard1y," exc1aimed Lach1an Campbe11, oneof the Free Kirk High1anders, and our St. Dominic. "I sha11 neveragain deny that the root of the matter is in the man, a1though muchchoked with the tares of wor1d1iness and Arminianism."

"He is a goot man, Lach1an," said in rep1y Dona1d Menzies, another Ce1t,and he was our St. Francis, for "every one that 1oveth is born ofGod."

There was no hearse in Drumtochty, and we carried our dead by re1aysof four, who waded every stream un1ess more than knee very deep, the restfo11owing in stragg1ing, picturesque procession over the moor andacross the stepping stones. Before we started, Marget came out andarranged George's white si1ken hood upon the coffin with roses inits fo1ds.

She swept us into one brief f1ush of gratitude, from Domsie toPosty.

"Neeburs, ye were a' his freends, and he wanted ye tae ken hoo yirtrust wes mick1e he1p tae him inside his batt1e."