"Hooever," says the mannie, "we'll be in braw
time; it's twal ere the sattlement begin, an' I'se warran they sanna
apen the kirk-doors till's till than." So we tak's a luik roun' for
ony kent fowk. They war stannin' aboot a'gate roun' aboot the kirk,
in scores an' hunners, fowk fae a' the pairis'es roun' aboot, an'
some fae hyne awa' as far doon's Marnoch o' the tae han' an' Kintore
o' the tither, aw believe; some war stampin' their feet an' slappin'
their airms like the yauws o' a win'mill to keep them a-heat;
puckles wus sittin' o' the kirk-yard dyke, smokin' an' gyaun on wi'
a' kin' o' orra jaw aboot the minaisters, an' aye mair gedderin' in
aboot--it was thocht there wus weel on to twa thoosan' there ere a'
was deen. An' aye a bit fudder was comin' up fae the manse aboot fat
the Presbytery was deein--they war chaumer't there, ye see, wi' the
lawvyers an' so on. "Nyod, they maun be sattlin' 'im i' the manse,"
says ane, "we'll need a' gae doon an' see gin we can win in." "Na,
na," says anither, "a bit mair bather aboot thair dissents an'
appales bein' ta'en; muckle need they care, wi' sic a Presbytery,
fat they try.
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