The hour cometh, yea, it is at hand, when the elect of the earth, meaning me and two--three others, will be enthroned above the Gentiles, and Dagon and Baal will be cast down.

Are ye still in the courts of bondage, young man, or seek ye the true light which the Holy One of Israel has vouchsafed to me, John Gib, his unworthy prophet ?" Now I knew into what rabble I had strayed.

It was the company who called themselves the Sweet-Singers, led by one Muckle John Gib, once a mariner of Borrowstoneness-on-Forth.

He had long been a thorn in the side of the preachers, holding certain strange heresies that discomforted even the wildest of the hill-folk.

They had clapped him into prison; but the man, being three parts mad had been let go, and ever since had been making strife in the westland parts of Clydesdale.
I had heard much of him, and never any good.