o wonder he had hauled down his
flag and then, having no interest in life, nothing was left him but
Paddy Dougan and the relief of his bad whisky.--Against Jacob Wragge,
too, who had supplanted him, his rage burned. He would have his heart's
blood yet.

McFarquhar, as he listened, began to realize how deep was the wound his
old friend had suffered; but all he could say was, "You will come out
with me Michael, and a few weeks out with the dogs will put you right,"
but Ould Michael was immovable and McFarquhar, bidding me care for him
and promising to return next week, rode off much depressed. Before the
week was over, however, he was back again with great news and in a
state of exaltation.

"The minister is coming," he announced.

"Minister?"

"Ay, he has been with me. The Rev. John Macleod" (or as he made it,
"Magleod") "from Inverness--and he is the grand man! He has the gift."

I remembered that he was a highlander and knew well what he meant.

"Yes, yes," he continued with his strongest accent, "he has been with
me, and very faithfully has he dealt with me. Oh! he is the man of God,
and I hev not heard the likes of him for forty years and more."

I listened with wonder, as McFarquhar described the visit of the Rev.
John Macleod to his home. I could easily imagine the close dealing
between the minister and McFarquhar, who would give him all reverence
and submission, but when I imagined the highland minister dealing
faithfully with the Indian wife and mother and her boys I failed
utterly.

"He could not make much of her," meaning his wife, "and the lads," said
McFarquhar sadly, "but there it was that he came very close to myself;
and indeed--indeed--my sins have found me out."

"What did is say to you? What sins of yours did he discover?" I asked,
for McFarquhar was the most respectable man in all the valley.

"Oh did he not ask me about my family altar and my duties to my wife and
children?"

There was no manner of doubt but Mr. Macleod had done some searching in
McFarquhar's heart and had brought him under "deep conviction," as he
said himself. And McFarquhar had great faith that the minister would do
the same for Ould Michael and was indignant when I expressed my doubts.

"Man aliou" (alive), he cried, "he will make his fery bones to quake."

"I don't know that that will help him much," I replied. But McFarquhar
only looked at me and shook his head pityingly.

On Saturday, sure enough, McFarquhar ar