"
They went down on their knees, and Donal said,
"O Lord, oor ain father an' saviour, the day ye hae sent 's has
arrived bonny an' gran', an' we bless ye for sen'in' 't; but eh, oor
father, we need mair the licht that shines i' the darker place. We
need the dawn o' a spiritual day inside 's, or the bonny day ootside
winna gang for muckle. Lord, oor micht, speyk a word o' peacefu'
recall to ony dog o' thine 'at may be worryin' at the hert o' ony
sheep o' thine 'at's run awa; but dinna ca' him back sae as to lea'
the puir sheep 'ahint him; fess back dog an' lamb thegither, O Lord.
Haud 's a' frae ill, an' guide 's a' to guid, an' oor mornin' prayer
's ower. Amen."
They rose from their knees, and sat silent for a moment. Then the
guidwife put the pot on the fire with the water for the porridge.
But Donal rose, and walked out of the cottage, half wondering at
himself that he had dared as he had, yet feeling he had done but the
most natural thing in the world.
"Hoo a body 's to win throuw the day wantin' the lord o' the day an'
the hoor an' the minute, 's 'ayont me!" he said to himself, and
hastened away.
Ere noon the blue line of the far ocean rose on the horizon.
CHAPTER IV.
THE TOWN.
Donal was queer, some of my readers will think, and I admit it; for
the man who regards the affairs of life from any other point than
his own greedy self, must be queer indeed in the eyes of all who are
slaves to their imagined necessities and undisputed desires.
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