All eyes turned to George Wishart, and he stood up, stretching his arms to the cloud and prayed, and it rolled back.

Thus Dundee was saved from the plague, but when Wishart ended his prayer he was alone, for the people had all returned to their homes.

Less of a genuine man than the Coat of Many Colours was Silva Robbie, who had horrid fits of laughing in the middle of his prayers, and even fell in a paroxysm of laughter from the chair on which he stood.

In the club he said things not to be borne, though logical up to a certain point.
Tammas Haggart was the most sarcastic member of the club, being celebrated for his sarcasm far and wide.

It was a remarkable thing about him, often spoken of, that if you went to Tammas with a stranger and asked him to say a sarcastic thing that the man might take away as a specimen, he could not do it.