But wee Andrew was to have a tutor and remain with his grandparents for some years at least.

Andrew himself determined to "tak a trip" and see Scotland and the wonderful iron works of which he was never weary of hearing David talk.
When he reached Kendal, however, and saw for the first time the Caledonian Railway and its locomotives, nothing could induce him to go farther.
"It's ower like the deil and the place he bides in, Davie," he said, with a kind of horror.

"Fire and smoke and iron bands! I'll no ride at the deil's tail-end, not e'en to see the land o' the Covenant." So he went back to Glenmora, and was well content when he stood again at his own door and looked over the bonny braes of Sinverness, its simmering becks and fruitful vales.

"These are the warks o' His hands, Mysie," he said, reverently lifting his bonnet and looking up to Creffel and away to Solway, "and you'd ken that, woman, if you had seen Satan as I saw him rampaging roun' far waur than any roaring lion." After this Andrew never left Sinverness; but, the past unsighed for and the future sure, passed through "-- --an old age serene and bright, And lovely as a Lapland night," until, one summer evening, he gently fell on that sleep which God giveth his beloved.
"For such Death's portal opens not in gloom, But its pure crystal, hinged on solid gold, Shows avenues interminable--shows Amaranth and palm quivering in sweet accord Of human mingled with angelic song." One Wrong Step.
ONE WRONG STEP..