As I went over the hill from farm-town to farm-town the herds4 would cry down “Well done!” from among the sheep. Old men who had seen the high days of the Kirk before the fatal home-coming of King Charles; rough, buirdly men who had done their share of hiding and fighting in the troubles; young men who, like myself, had heard in their cradles but the murmur6 of the fray7, came to shake my hand and bid me strengthen my knees and stick to my testimony8.{194}
“For,” said a venerable elder, one Anthony Lennox of the Duchrae, who had been a famous man in the sufferings, “this is the very truth for which we bled. We asked for the kernel9, and lo! they have given us the dry and barren husk. We fought for ‘Christ’s Crown and Covenant,’ and they have sent us a banner with the device—‘Queen Anne’s Crown and the Test!’”
But I think that the women were even more warmly on our side, for the canker of persecution10 had eaten deeper into their hearts, that had only waited and mourned while their men folk were out suffering and fighting.
“Be ye none feared, laddie,” said Millicent Hannay, an ancient dame11 who had stood the thumbikins thrice in the gaol12 of Kirkcudbright; “the most part of the ministers may stick like burrs to their manses and glebes, their tiends and tithings. But if so be, ye are thrust forth13 into the wilderness14, ye will find manna there—aye, and water from the rock and a pillar of fire going before to lead you out again.”
But nowhere was I more warmly welcomed than in the good house of Drumglass. The herd5 lads and ploughmen were gathered at the house-end when I came up the loaning, and{195} even as I passed one of them came forward with his blue bonnet15 in his hand.
“Fear not, sir,” he said, with a kind of bold, self-respecting diffidence common among our Galloway hinds16. “I speak for all our lads with hearts and hands. We will fight for you. Keep the word of your testimony, and we will sustain you and stand behind you. If we will unfurl the blue banner again, we will plant right deep the staff.”
And from the little group of stalwart men at the barn-end there came a low murmur of corroboration17, “We will uphold you!”
Strange as it is to-day to think on these things when most men are so lukewarm for principle. But in those days the embers of the fires of persecution were yet warm and glowing, and men knew not when they might again be blown up and fresh fuel added thereto.
“Come awa’,” cried Nathan Gemmell heartily18, from where he sat on the outer bench of moss-oak by the door-cheek, worn smooth by generations of sitters, “come awa’, minister, and tell us the news. Faith, it makes me young-like again to hear there is still a man that thinks on the Covenants19 and the blue banner wi’ the denty white cross. And though{196} they forget the auld20 flag noo, I hae seen it gang stacherin’ doon the streets o’ the toon o’ Edinburg wi’ a’ the folk cryin’ ‘Up wi’ the Kirk an’ doon wi’ the King!’ till there wasna a sodjer-body dare show his face, nor a King’s man to be found between the Castle and the Holyrood House. Hech-how-aye! auld Drumglass has seen that.
“And eke21 he saw the lads that were pitten doon on the green Pentland slopes in the saxty-sax start frae the Clachan o’ Saint John wi’ hopes that were high, sharpening their bits o’ swords and scythes22 to withstand the guns o’ Dalzyell. And but few o’ them ever wan23 back. But what o’ that? It’s a brave thrang there wad be about heaven’s gates that day—the souls o’ the righteous thranging and pressing to win through, the rejoicing of a multitude that had washed their robes and made them white in the blood o’ the Lamb.
“Ow, aye, ye wonder at me, that am a carnal man, speakin’ that gate. But it is juist because I am a man wha’ has been a sore sinner, that I wear thae things sae near my heart. My time is at hand. Soon, soon will auld Drumglass, wastrel24 loon25 that he is, be thrown oot like a useless root ower the wa’ and carried{197} feet foremost from out his chamber26 door. But if it’s the Lord’s will” (he rose to his feet and shook his oaken staff) “if it’s the Lord’s will, auld Drumglass wad like to draw the blade frae the scabbard yince mair, and find the wecht o’ the steel in his hand while yet his auld numb27 fingers can meet aboot the basket hilt.
“Oh, I ken3, I ken; ye think the weapons of our warfare28 are not to be swords and staves, minister—truth will fight for us, ye say.
“I daresay ye are right. But gin the hoodie-craws o’ the Presbytery come wi’ swords and staves to put ye forth from your parish and your kindly29 down-sitting, ye will be none the worse of the parcel o’ braw lads ye saw at the barn-end, every man o’ them wi’ a basket-hilted blade in his richt hand and a willing Galloway heart thump-thumpin’ high wi’ itching30 desire to be at the red coaties o’ the malignants.”
Then we went in, and there by the fireside, looking very wistfully out of her meek31 eyes at me, stood the young lass, Jean Gemmell. She came forward holding out her hand, saying no word, but the tears still wet on her lashes32—why, I know not. And she listened as her father asked of the doings at the Presbytery, and looked eager and anxious while I was answering.{198} Presently Auld Drumglass went forth on some errand about the work of the ploughlads, and the lass and I were left alone together in the wide kitchen.
“And they will indeed put you forth out of house and home?” she asked, looking at me with sweet, reluctant eyes, the eyes of a mourning dove. She stood by the angle of the hearth33 where the broad ingle-seat begins. I sat on her father’s chair where he had placed me and looked over at her. A comely34 lass she was, with her pale cheeks and a blush on them that went and came responsive to the beating of her heart.
I had not answered, being busy with looking at her and thinking how I wished Mistress Mary Gordon had been as gentle and biddable as this lass. So she asked again, “They will not put you forth from your kirk and parish, will they?”
“Nay, that I know not,” I said, smiling; “doubtless they will try.”
“Oh, I could not listen to another minister after——”
She stopped and sighed.
It was in my mind to rebuke35 her, and to bid her remember that the Word of God is{199} not confined to any one vessel36 of clay, but just then she put her hand to her side, and went withal so pale that I could not find it in my heart to speak harshly to the young lass.
Then I told her, being stirred within me by her emotion, of the two who had stood by me in the Presbytery, and how little hope I had that they would manfully see it out to the end.
“’Tis a fight that I must fight alone,” I said.
For I knew well that it would come to that, and that so soon as the affair went past mere37 empty words those two who had stood at my shoulder would fall behind or be content to bide38 snugly39 at home.
“Not alone!” said the young lass, quickly, and moved a step towards me with her hand held out. Then, with a deep and burning blush, her maiden40 modesty41 checked her, and she stood red like a July rose in the clear morning.
She swayed as if she would have fallen, and, leaping up quickly, I caught her in my arms ere she had time to fall.
Her eyes were closed. The blood had ebbed42 from her face and left her pale to the{200} very lips. I stood with her light weight in my arms, thrilling strangely, for, God be my judge, never woman had lain there before.
Presently she gave a long snatching breath and opened her eyes. I saw the tears gather in them as her head lay still and lax in the hollow of my arm. The drops did not fall, but rather gathered slowly like wells that are fed from beneath.
“You will not go away?” she said, and at last lifted her lashes, with a little pearl shining wet on each, like a swallow that has dipped her wings in a pool.
Then, because I could not help it, I did that which I had never done to any woman born of woman: I stooped and kissed the wet sweet eyes. And then, ere I knew it, with a little cry of frightened joy, the girl’s arms were about me. She lifted up her face, and kissed me again and again and yet again.
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When I came to myself I was conscious of another presence in the kitchen. I looked up quickly, and there before me, standing43 with an ash switch swaying in her hand, was Alexander-Jonita. I had not supposed that she could have looked so stern.{201}
“Well?” she said, as if waiting for my explanation.
“I love your sister,” I replied; for indeed, though I had not thought thus of the matter before, there seemed nothing else to be said.
But the face of Alexander-Jonita did not relax. She stood gazing at her sister, whose head rested quiet and content on my shoulder.
“Jean,” she said at last, “knowing that which you know, why have you done this?”
The girl lifted her head, and looked at Jonita with a kind of glad defiance44.
“Sister,” she said, “you do not understand love. How should you know what one would do for love?”
“You love my sister Jean?” Jonita began again, turning to me with a sharpness in her words like the pricking45 of a needle’s point.
“Yes!” I answered, but perhaps a little uncertainly.
“Did you know as much when you came into the kitchen?”
“No,” said I.
For indeed I knew not what to answer, never having been thus tangled46 up with women’s affairs in my life before.{202}
“I thought not,” said Jonita, curtly47. Then to Jean, “How did this come about?” she said.
Jean lifted her head, her face being lily-pale and her body swaying a little to me.
“I thought he would go away and that I should never see him again!” she replied, a little pitifully, with the quavering thrill of unshed tears in her voice.
“And you did this knowing—what you know!” said Jonita again, sternly.
“I saw him first,” said Jean, a little obstinately48, looking down the while.
Her sister flushed crimson49.
“Oh, lassie,” she cried, “ye will drive me mad with your whims50 and foolish speeches; what matters who saw him first? Ye ken well that ye are not fit to be——”
“She is fit to be my wife,” I said, for I thought that this had gone far enough; “she is fit to be my wife, and my wife she shall surely be if she will have me!”
With a little joyful51 cry Jean Gemmell’s arms went about my neck, and her wet face was hidden in my breast. It lay there quiet a moment; then she lifted it and looked with a proud, still defiance at her sister.{203}
Alexander-Jonita lifted up her hands in hopeless protest.
She seemed about to say more, but all suddenly she changed her mind.
“So be it,” she said. “After all, ’tis none of my business!”
And with that she turned and went out through the door of the kitchen.
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covenants
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tangled
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