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VIII. The Second Blast
HowsuldIkenthecovensthatrampageintheWud?Ibidecheekbyjowlwi’themuckleblackthing,andoftenIwishitwasafieldo’straeinadryback-endsothatIcouldsetfiretoitandseeitburnfraeReiverslawtoWindyways,andfraeWoodileetotheAllerside.ButI’veneverenteredtheplaceinmirkorlicht,formywark’swi’sheep,andthehonestbeastswillnogangnearit."
"Butyoumusthaveheard..."
"I’veheardnocht.Ihavemaybeguessed,butit’snolikeIwadhearacheep.InevergangneartheclachanexcepttokirkortoLuckyWeir’s,andtheWoodileefolkarepawkybodiesevenwhenthey’refou,andonywayI’mnaeclatter-vengeancetobeclypin’wi’auldwivesattheroadside.ButI’vemyainnotiono’what’sgaunon,andIcantellye,sir,it’sgaunoninmonyanithergodlyparochineinthiskingdomo’Scotland,andit’sbeengaunonforhundredso’years,longaforeJohnKnoxdangdounthePape.Butit’sgottenabrawnewtackinthesedayso’reformedandcovenantitkirks.WhatdoyourPresbytriesandAssembliesoryourgodlyministerskeno’thethingsthataredoneinthemirk?...Whatdotheykeno’thecorpsinthekirkyairdsburiedo’theirainwullwi’theirfacesdownwards?...Theysetupwhattheyca’theirdiscipline,andtheylowsetheterrorso’Hellonsma’fautslikeanaith,orprofanetalkontheSabbath,orgiein’thekirkthego-by,andtheyhaletothecutty-stoolilkalassthat’sowerkindtoherjoe.