There he sat in his "brot," or apron, from early morning to far on to midnight, and contrived to make his six or eight shillings a week.

I have often sat with him in the darkness that his "cruizey" lamp could not pierce, while his mutterings to himself of "ay, ay, yes, umpha, oh ay, ay man," came as regularly and monotonously as the tick of his "wag-at-the-wa'" clock.

Hendry and he were paid no fixed sum for their services in the Auld Licht kirk, but once a year there was a collection for each of them, and so they jogged along.

Though not the only kirk-officer of my time Hendry made the most lasting impression.
He was, I think, the only man in Thrums who did not quake when the minister looked at him.

A wild story, never authenticated, says that Hendry once offered Mr.Dishart a snuff from his mull.