Here he sat, leaning hands upon a great stick shaped like a crook, his Bible open upon his knees.

It was a great book, large of print, read over in every part, but opening most easily among the prophets.

No cry, no denunciation, no longing, no judgment from Isaiah to Malachi, but was known to the elder of the kirk.

Now he sat here, in his Sunday dress, with the Bible.

At a little distance, on the round bench, sat Robin Greenlaw.