eting, and I think that from that moment
I understood more of the mind of them that suffered for their faith;
which, indeed, I think a man cannot do, till he himself is ready to
undergo his share of the suffering.

But when Richard Cameron began to speak, I easily forgat everything
else. He had a dominating voice, the voice of a strong man crying in the
wilderness. "We are here in a kenned place," he said, "and there be many
witnesses about us. To-day the bitter is taken out of our cup, if it be
only for a moment. Yea, and a sweet cup we have of it now. We who have
been much on the wild mountains, know what it is to be made glad by Thy
works--the works of the Lord's hands. When we look up to the moon or
stars, lo! the hand of the Lord is in them, and we are glad. See ye the
corn-rigs up ayont us there, on the Duchrae Hill--the hand of God is in
the sweet springing of them, when the sun shines upon them after rain.
And it is He who sendeth forth every pile of the grass that springs so
sweetly in the meadows by the water-side."

I own it was very pleasant to me to listen to him, for I had not thought
there was such tenderness in the man. He went on:

"We are hirsled over moss and moor, over crags and rocks, and headlong
after us the devil drives. Be not crabbit with us, O Lord! It is true we
have gotten many calls, and have not answered. We in the West and South
have been like David, cockered and pampered overmuch. Not even the wild
Highlands have sitten through so many calls as we have done here in
Galloway and the South.

"For I bear testimony that it is not easy to bring folk to Christ. I,
that am a man weak as other men, bear testimony that it is not easy--not
easy even to come to Him for oneself!"

And here I saw the people begin to yearn towards the preacher, and in
the grey light I saw the tears running silently down his cheeks. And it
seemed as if both the minister and also the most part of the people fell
into a rapture of calm weeping, which, strangely enough, forced Mr.
Cameron often to break off short. Folks' hearts were easily touched in
those days of peril.

"Are there none such here?" he asked. And I confess my heart went out to
him and all my sins stood black and threatening before me as I listened.
I vow that at the time I feared his words far more than ever I did Lag
and his riders--this being my first living experience of religion, and
the day from which I and many another ground our hope.

Then