9/31 I saw in my mind's eye a wet moorland, and heard a voice inveighing against the wickedness of those in high places.... I smelled the foul air of the Canongate Tolbooth, and heard this same man testifying against the vanity of the world.... "_Cawterpillars!_" It was the voice that had once bidden me sing "Jenny Nettles." Harsh and strident and horrible, it was yet the voice I had known, now blaspheming Scripture words behind that gruesome sacrifice. I remembered the man I had pursued my first night in Virginia, the man who had raided Frew's cabin. |