Even Lang Tammas, on whose nose a drop of water gathered when he was in his greatest fettle, thought that all was fair and above-board.
Suddenly a rush of wind tore up the common, and ran straight at the pulpit.

It formed in a sieve, and passed over the heads of the congregation, who felt it as a fan, and looked up in awe.

Lang Tammas, feeling himself all at once grow clammy, distinctly heard the leaves of the pulpit Bible shiver.

Mr.Watts's hands, outstretched to prevent a catastrophe, were blown against his side, and then some twenty sheets of closely-written paper floated into the air.

There was a horrible, dead silence.