Lang Tammas's box was much too small for him.
Since his disappearance from Thrums I believe they have paid him the compliment of enlarging it for a smaller man--no doubt with the feeling that Tammas alone could look like a Christian in it.

Like the whole congregation, of course, he had to stand during the prayers--the first of which averaged half an hour in length.

If he stood erect his head and shoulders vanished beneath funereal trappings, when he seemed decapitated, and if he stretched his neck the pulpit tottered.

He looked like the pillar on which it rested, or he balanced it on his head like a baker's tray.

Sometimes he leaned forward as reverently as he could, and then, with his long lean arms dangling over the side of his box, he might have been a suit of "blacks" hung up to dry.