Beside the Bonnie Brier Bush by [pseud.] Ian Maclaren
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where I had no nest, and my soul would be driven to and fro in the
darkness as a bird on the moor of Rannoch. "Janet sent for the minister, and he wass fery kind, and he spoke about my sickness and my farm, and I said nothing. For I wass hoping he would tell me what I wass to do for my soul. But he began upon the sheep market at Amulree, and I knew he wass also in the dark. After he left I turned my face to the wall and wept. "Next morning wass the Sabbath, and I said to Janet: "'Wrap me in my plaid, and put me in a cart, and take me to Aberfeldy.' 'And what will ye be doing at Aberfeldy? and you will die on the road.' 'There iss,' said I, 'a man there who knows the way of the soul, and it iss better to die with my face to the light.' "They set me in a corner of the church where I wass thinking no man could see me, and I cried in my heart without ceasing, 'Lord, send me--send me a word from Thy mouth.' "When the minister came into the pulpit he gave me a strange look, and this wass his text, 'Loose him and let him go.' "As he preached I knew I wass Lazurus, with the darkness of the grave around me, and my soul straitly bound. I could do nothing, but I wass longing with all my strength. "Then the minister stopped, and he said: |
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