[The Life of Mansie Wauch by David Macbeth Moir]@TWC D-Link bookThe Life of Mansie Wauch CHAPTER XXI 5/8
Save us! to think that a poor young thing was to be taken away from life and the cheerful sun, thus suddenly, and be laid in the cold damp mools, among the moudiewarts and the green banes, "where there is no work or device." But what will ye say there? it was the will of Him, who knows best what is for his creatures, and to whom we should--and must submit.
I was just in time to see the last row of his glazing een, that then stood still for ever, as he lay, with his face as pale as clay, on the pillow, his mother holding his hand, and sob- sobbing with her face leant on the bed, as if her hope was departed, and her heart would break.
I went round about, and took hold of the other one for a moment; but it was clammy, and growing cold with the coldness of grim death.
I could hear my heart beating; but Mungo's heart stood still, like a watch that has run itself down.
Maister Glen sat in the easy chair, with his hand before his eyes, saying nothing, and shedding not a tear; for he was a strong, little, blackaviced man, with a feeling heart, but with nerves of steel.
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