Winter Evening Tales by Amelia Edith Huddleston Barr
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my head, I said to the judge, 'My lord, the prisoner _was_ in Stornoway
on the first of June. I saw him there!' "He gave a great cry of joy and turned to me; and in a moment he called out: 'You are the man who read the Bible to the fishers. I remember you. I have your likeness among my drawings.' And I said, 'I am the man.' "Then my lord, the judge, made them swear me, and he said they would hear my evidence. For one moment I was a coward. I thought I would hide God's share in the deliverance, lest men should doubt my whole testimony. The next, I was telling the true story: how I had been called at midnight--twice called; how I had found Evan Conochie's boat waiting for me; how on the boat I had met David MacPherson, and been brought to the court house by him, having no intention or plan of my own in the matter. "And there was a great awe in the room as I spoke. Every one believed what I said, and my lord asked for the names of the fishers who were present in Donald Brae's cottage on the night of the first of June. Very well, then, I could give many of them, and they were sent for, and the lad was saved, thank God Almighty!" "How do you explain it, John?" "No, I will not try to explain it; for it is not to be hoped that anyone can explain by human reason the things surpassing human reason." "Do you know what became of the young man?" "I will tell thee about him. He is a very rich young man, and the only |
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