, 1890-10-23

Ihickly all growing, brightiy aii piow-
| ing
Over its shaggy and srsen'darkoned
Moss, canach and daisies adorning Its
| mnzcs
Through which gambles lightly the
1.-the graceful fawnl
ut will be my turn soonW said
my friend in a whisper and with u
grlmace of resignation.
"Your turn?o
"They will tire of their Misty
DELI shortly, and then every one,
women and all, will begin such
A DocTRINAL EXPOSITION
and catechism as, could you hear 1t
in English, you would regard rs lit
tie else than assa alt. Oh, yes, every
one of my flock, and indeed all
Highlanders love to get their min
ister outside the kirk, and harr y
him little. All Scotchmen are born
disbutants. Add little of the right
kind of flame to their zeal and they
are masters of polemics. One glass
makes one of my people doctrin al
enthusiast; two, sets him to ex-
pounding the most difficult theolo-
gic problems; and, l sometimes
think, with another he would stop
on his way into heaven and engage
st. Peter himself"
His prediction was a true one.
One by one they approached the
cherished subject. They were an
swered kindly and silenced.
Then a few more bars Of the
"idisty Dell" was unleashed in
joyous, uneven measure and high,
sustained notes. Again two or
three would deploy, as it were, and
set upon the minister with a flank
movement of doctrinal problems
that kept his best wits flashing to
meet and parry. Then they would
subside again and another song,
in praise of Lord Lovat, the joys
of the Lovat house, clan and chase,
hospitalities and all, was given
with a roar Of confused major and
minor treble. This gave them cour-
age to move front and flank upon
my friend, when, as l afterward
learned, all the qualifications Of the
"Broken Covenant were battled
over with wonderful vigor,
and this assault In turn
gave place to an interlude, or
truce, in which the entire party,
minister and all, sang with great
vehemence and feeling, "Gearan
Nan Gaidheal," "The Cry of the
Gael" AS If they had gathered
power from the strange notes of this
lamentation, the whole coach load,
driver and all, set upon my friend
and hurled at him points in jus
tification" "Adoption" and "Sanc-
tificatlon" in an ecstasy of argu.
mentative frenzy.
A STRANGE SCENE.
They stood up to 1t beside. TIC
see more than dozen vigorous
Highlanders standing an high as the
lurching of the coach would let
them, pounding their palms and
each Others broad shoulders tc
emphasi their arguments, each
almost singing his wildly earnest
assertions I'm tongue unknown to
English ears, and all reaching
climaxes of eloquence or hurlinl
thunderbolts of doctrinal logic, with
a half-yelled "Nis!-nisW c'Nowl
nowp) as some particularly effect
i've point was made; and all, to one
, unused to their innocent ways, ap
, parently ready to annihilate my
: ministerial friend to whom they
were all devotedly attached, and
who finally sunk helpless un
4 der the tempest OF oratory
Q was to know, with malicious thrill
of delight, that there Is one place in
the world where the preacher mus
sit still and writhe, even as long
suffering parishoners, under his own
D teachings, returned to be heaped uI
} and poured back upon him like the
bread upon the waters which re
turneth after many days.
But far up the strath our horse,
were changed at a little clachan
= Then here and there, where foot
: paths turned to the heights above ol
the valley beneath, peasant doc
D triuoar.es one by one descended ant
4; disappeared with departing sho
of scriptural ferocity, harder anc
3 fiercer than all the granite crag'
l above us. The shadows crep
in and were marshaled IL
= dark phalanxes in the strath-bet
= far down there, thousands of fee
, below. The river, now broad ant
CLASSY, now IOaIIllnB toTTeut, AM
, again feathery waterfall, only dis
: closed 1t course in sound. Hints o
t great hunting-lodges, like castles
J were revealed by ghostly turret'
7 sharply cut against the leader
= sky above the darkening trees
or by tremendous gates before
, great avenues of sycainores, or by
I llveried servitors standing at thu
! roadside to catch the mall-pouchei
1 flung to them as we ratified by
Q And finally, five little flaxer
3 heads, apparition-like bobbint
l beside the coach, and GROWING
r and shouting to the "Pappy'
beside me, told me we were a
last in the heart of grand Strath-
! glass; and that the great square pile
I behind the larches, from which thu
, welcoming lamp and fire ligh
l shone, was the sweet old manse o
!; Fasnakyle, where, for a little, I
3 Yankee pilgrim was to find q hos
= pitable Highland home.
1 EDGAR l.. WAKEMAN.