Git yer jaicket oan - the Meenisters at the door!" Isabelle whispered
urgently to her husband.
But it was too late,
Reverend Tulloch had already entered the room. He nodded to Archie as
Isabelle introduced her brother who was on a visit from Canada.
"Ah yes," said the
minister, recognizing the name. "My lads and I heard your story,
Grandfather Tells the Children the Story of the Great Flood on the
Internet just the other night. It was - ahem - interesting."
"Ahm gled yer sons
liked it Meenister," came the polite response.
"Oh, they are not my
sons," replied the minister. "Our church sponsors a company of the
Boys Brigade. Do you have any other biblical tales on the go?"
"Ah micht," hedged
"Would you mind
reciting one at our next BB meeting?"
"Thursday night at
"Im very sorry
Meenister. I flee oot o Glesga oan Thursday mornin."
"Ah well, thats too
bad . . . No, no, Isabelle, dont bother with the tea." urged the
Reverend. I can just stay a moment. I thought that Id just drop in
since I was in the neighbourhood." He reached for the door handle and
explained his mission: "Im on my way to see old Ena McLaughlin. I
loaned her one of my prize books and Id like it back. Its part of a
set, yknow. She must have finished reading it by now. After all, its
been eight years! Goodnight, its been nice meeting you," he called
over his shoulder and left.
"Too bad ye couldna dae
that story," said Archie, reaching for the TV remote. "Ahd liked tae
heard that yin masel."
bloomed across the television screen announcing that Joseph and his
Technicolor Dreamcoat would by playing all next week in Glasgow.
"Ye ken, Erchie, ye
jist micht . . . Dae ye hae a tape recorder by ony chance?"
* * *
Yince upoan a time in
the Bible there wis a fella cad Jacob. Noo, Jacob wis a rich man. Ah
think he made his money in construction, for he cam up wi a new type
o ladder. Onywey he could afford loats o wives wha naturally hid
loats o bairns. When his favourite missus birthed a wee boy cad
Joseph, Auld Jacob wis fair taen wi the wean an it wisnae long
until Joseph became Jacobs favorite son.
Weel, wi human nature
bein whit it is, it didnae tak lang fur a his ither brithers tae
git jealous. Especially when Jacob wis giein a the licht joabs tae
Joseph an feedin him sweeties a the time.
When the auld man
wisnae lookin some o his mair vicious brithers wid play rotten
tricks oan him. Bit Joseph widnae clype. Every yince in a while, Jacob
wid catch yin o the brithers in the act an git a swift sondle up the
sheuch fur his trouble.
Yin day Jacob wis
sittin in his tent when he heard somebody singin. He keeked out the
door flap an saw this auld guy hurlin a barra wi a loom oan it.
If it wisnae fur the weavers whit wid we dae? the auld
sowel sang at the tap o his vice.
"Here you!" shouts
Jacob. "Whit ur ye daein oan ma land?"
The stranger stoapped
singin an sat doon oan an erm o the barra. "Man, its a hoat yin
the day!" He dabbed at his broo wi a cloot. "Is yer name Jacob?"
"Aye, it is - an ye
hivnae answered ma question."
"Weel then, Ahve cam
tae the richt man," began the stranger. "Ah saw yer lads back there
shearin the sheep. Eh, ma names Hamish, by the wey. They sent me tae
"Ahm still waitin."
"Ahm a weaver," said
Hamish. He pinted at some o Jacobs wimen busy spinnin. "Ah can
weave some o yon yarn
intae cloth fur ye."
"We dae a oor ain
weavin," stated Jacob.
"Aye, ye probably dae,"
agreed Hamish. "Bit ye dinnae hae dyes like Ahve goat. An ye dinnae
hae the skill or patterns that match the weft exactly wi the warp.
Lookit here," he continued, haudin oot the cloot whit hid syne dried
in a yon desert heat.
Jacob gauped at the
braw pattern o colours. "Man! he exclaimed. "Could ye mak me a coat
o this stuff? Ahm lookin for somethin special for ma favourite
sons birthday," Jacob added.
Hamish opened a wee box
oan his barra and nodded. "Aye, Ah think Ahve goat enough dyes here
tae dae the joab."
Jacob stared at the
rainbow hues asked Hamish whaur they cam frae.
"They cam frae whaur
Ah cam frae, an island beyond the Pillars o Hercules," said Hamish.
Its cad the Land o the Gaels.
"Na, Na. Gaels," Hamish
affirmed. "Its the folk frae the south o the same island that has a
"Weel onywey," said
Jacob. "Gang aheid an mak a coat fur ma wee Josie."
"Fine," smiled Hamish
an began tae set up his tent.
Some weeks later,
maitters came tae a heid when Jacob gied his wee Josie a braw plaid
made o Jacobite tartan. The brithers, of coorse, complained tae nae
avail. "Why fur should Ah gie a you steummurs guid claes?" he asked.
"Ye dinnae keep yersels neat an tidy like wee Josie here. Luk at ye
- yere like a squaad o tinks! Awa wi ye!" He banished them a oot
o his sicht.
When hervest time
rolled aroon, a the brithers were oot wi their heucks wheechin doon
the ears o ripe corn. Efter theyd tied up a the stooks, the
brithers sat doon fur a cup o tea an a jeely piece. It wis then that
wee Josie telt them aboot his dream. Hed dreamt that a the stooks in
field bowed doon ane special stook.
"Whit diz that mean?"
asked a brither.
"It means that yell a
bow doon tae me someday," said Josie
"Hoodye ken thaat?"
roared anither brither.
"A while back a prophet
telt Faither that Ah wid be able tae interpret dreams," explained
Josie. "No only that," he added, "He also said that Ah wis fey."
"Fae whaur? asked
anither brither. "Thats whit Ahd like tae ken!"
"Weel, Ahm no
staunin fur this, protested yet anither brither. "Lets gang an
see Faither an hae it oot wi him."
When they goat back tae
the ranch hoose (actually it wis a wee but an ben made o sheep an
camel skins), they sat doon in a circle aroon the auld man. It wis
then that Josie laid his ither dream oan them. "Last nicht Ah dreamt
that the sun, the moon, an eleeven stars knelt doon tae me."
"Dae ye mean tae tell
me that me, an yer mither, an a yer brithers will a bow doon tae
ye?" asked Jacob.
"Its with Ah dreamt
Faither," replied Josie.
"Weel then, it must be
richt," agreed Jacob. "Yere gaun tae be famous some day." He glowered
at his ither sons and warned them. "You lot better watch yer step an
gang canny oan wee Josie here."
So no long efter, the
brithers made up their minds that they hid tae get rid o Josie. Oot
oan the hills they plotted oan how they were gaun tae dae it. "Lets
jist dirk him then chuck him in a deep hole in the grun."
"We cannae dirk oor ain
brither," protested Reuben. "Lets jist drap him in the deep hole,
that wey, well no spill the bluid o oor brither."
"Ahm no diggin nae
deep hole in this heat!" wis heard as anither brither wi a different
mither goat intae a dither.
"Och yell no hae tae
dae ony diggin," soothed Judah, yet anither brither. "Ah came across
a deep cundy jist the ither day when Ah went fur a geme o twas up."
"Whits twas up?"
"Ye place two shekels
oan a wee flat bit o wid an then toss them in the air so that they
"Where did ye get twa
"Dae ye mind yon lamb
that we fun deid last week?"
"The wan crawlin wi
"Aye, Ah selt it tae a
guy fur stew."
"The meat wis rotten!
Yell hae pizened him!"
"Och, he wis jist a
Samaritan. When did ony wan o them dae a guid turn fur a Jew?"
Judah ignored this
banter an explained the rules o the geme. Bit his brithers wurny too
interested. So he rolled ower tae hae a wee nap.
"Listen," broke in
anither brither. "This isnae solvin oor problem, whaurs yon cundy?"
"Oh, Josie . . ."
Later that nicht the
brithers were sittin roon a campfire hivin their tea when Judah
showed up. He sat doon an sighed.
"Whits wrang wi ye?"
ane brither asked.
"Och, Ah loast a ma
money at twas up."
"How did ye manage
Judah began by tellin
them the latest news. "Theres a caravan o Ishmeelites doon the road
frae here. Theyre exportin spices, myrrh, slaves, an stuff tae
Egypt. Theyve goat a special escort frae some king. Man, they fellas
like tae play the odds. In fact, theyre cad the Kings Oddfellows."
He gazed aroon. "Whaurs Josie?"
"We chucked him in yon
pit," he wis telt.
"Did ye kill him
"Na, na. Hell either
sterve or some pardll get him."
"Listen," says Judah.
"Lets sell him tae the Ishmeelites. They can tak him aff tae Egypt
an well hae a few bawbees tae jingle in oor pockets."
So the next moarnin
the brithers hauled Josie oot o the pit.
"Whit aboot that fancy
plaid o his?" asked a brither.
"Tak it aff him an
"Na, na, if the auld
man sees it, hell ken we did somethin tae Josie."
"Whit aboot slashin it
an then dip it it bluid? Well tell Faither that a lion goat him."
"Thats a guid idea.
Whaur are ye gaun tae get the bluid?"
"Well yase the bluid
o yon lamb we hid fur supper last nicht."
"Ah wis gaun tae mak
black pudden wi that fur the moarns breakfast."
"Well jist hiv tae
get by oan parrich."
Noo Josie wisnae too
happy listenin tae a this. "Yere no takin ma cloak," he said.
"Och, tak it aff him,"
said Judah, an a tug-o-war ensued.
"Dae Ah hiv tae dae
everythin fur masel?" asked Judah. He drew his whinger, slashed
through the plaid, an left puir Josie haudin a wee bit cloot.
The stour o the
caravan wis settlin oan the southern horizen as the brithers were
coontin their bluid money.
"Whit ur we gaun tae
spend it oan?" asked a brither.
"Weel, Ahm gaun tae
try an dooble mine," said Judah, strollin away.
"Whaur ur ye gaun?"
"Ah gaun tae see a guy
cad Onan. Ah hear that hes goat a tossin school ower in the next
* * *
Although Josie hid mair
than his share o troubles, he wis shair tae land oan his feet. Fur ye
see, the Almighty wis ayeways watchin so that things didnae get too
for oot o haun. So when he goat tae Egypt Josie wis selt tae
Potiphar, a non-commissioned officer o Pharaoh. Noo Potiphar wis
quite taen oan wi Josies abilities tae manage, so he gave him a
guid joab as gaffer o a his property. Josie set tae this task wi a
will an soon the property wis bringin in loats o money.
Phar, as everybody cad
him fur short, wis very pleased with Josies work an they became awfy
guid freends. Of coorse, in front of ootsiders, Josie wis still a
slave an he hid tae address his pal by his name an rank, Phar NC.
Bit as time went by, maist o their visitors kent they were a team:
Phar NC an Josie.
Still, a black cloud
loomed up the horizon in the shape o Phar NCs missus. She began tae
fancy Josie an asked him fur a bit o slap an tickle. Josie telt her
that he couldnae dae onythin that wid hurt his pal. Besides Phar NC
widnae be lang in slappin his tickler oan the blacksmiths anvil an
Josie didnae waant tae be a soprano . So the wife became a wummin
scorned an she telt Phar NC that Josie wis aye efter her fur some
slap an tickle. So afore Josie kent whit wis happening, he ended up
in the Pharoahs jile.
Noo the chief jiler, or
the Captain o the Guard as he wis cad, took a likin tae Josie at
first sight. That wis because The Lord goat intae the jilers
subconscious an gave him the idea that his new inmate wis the bees
knees. Efter the jiler fun oot that he could trust Josie, he gave the
sowel some cushy numbers. Soon Josie wis runnin the jint, although
his hauns an ankles were still kept shackled. It wis no lang efter
when he hid some mair company. It seems like Pharaoh goat teed aff wi
his chief butler and his chief baker and they were ordered tae
decorate the was o the jile. Since Josie goat the joab o feedin
them, they became quite freendly.
Three months went by
an ane nicht, each man hid a dream. (How they could sleep hingin oan
a wa is beyond me.) Bit onywey, the men were worried an wunert whit
their dreams meant. Josie came tae the rescue, so tae speak.
The butler telt Josie
his dream first: "Ah dreamt that Ah wis staunin in front o a vine.
This vine hid three branches which budded richt afore ma een. Then
they blossomed, an turned intae big bunches o ripe grapes. Jist like
that." He tried tae snap his fingrs bit there wis nae feelin in his
erm. "Next thing Ah ken is that Ahve goat Pharaohs quaich in ma haun.
So Ah squeezed the grapes intae the quaich an gave it tae Pharaoh."
"Ok," said Josie. "This
means that in three days time yell be servin Pharaoh his bevy again.
Hes gaun tae gie ye yer auld joab back."
The chief butlers face
lit up an he thanked Josie fur interpretin his dream.
acknowledged Josie. "Dinnae forget tae tell Pharaoh aboot me an mibi
hell let me oot the slammer tae."
"Heh, whit aboot me?"
asked the chief baker.
"Aye, ok. Tell us aboot
"Weel, in ma dream, Ah
hid three baskets oan ma heid. The tap basket wis fu o tattie
scones, pancakes, Ayrshire shortbreid, a kinds of terts, an pies.
Then a wheen o craws flappit doon an et them a. Whit does it a
"Theyre no cad a
wheen o craws," Josie said afore correctin him. "Theyre cad a
murder o craws - as yell fun oot in three days time."
The bakers mooth
drapped open. "Eh - whit exactly dae ye mean Josie?"
"In three days time - "
Josie drew a fingr across his thrapple. " - youll be
the craws denner."
The chief baker moaned
and cried, bit three days later it a cam tae happen.
Bit the chief butler
forgot a aboot Josie. Twa years later Pharaoh dreamt that he stood by
the river an watched seeven fat coos cam oot the waater an feed oan
rich green grass. Then seeven skinny kine cam oot the waater an eyed
up the fat yins. An afore he kent it the mangy kye had et a the fat
The next nicht Pharaoh
hid anither dream. This time there wis seeven ripe ears oan a healthy
stalk o corn. An shair enough the seeven lean lugs o corn, blasted
by the east wind, hiv grown up aside the guid yins. When the gey
driech corn et up a the guid ears o corn, Pharaoh woke up in a cauld
sweat. He cad a his advisors oot their scratchers an telt them that
he waanted tae ken whit the dreams meant.
It wis then that the
butler minded aboot Josie an he telt Pharaoh aboot his experience.
Afore lang Josie wis wheecht oot the jile, gien a bath, an kneelin
in front o Pharaoh.
"The dream is yin,"
Josie began. "The Lord is warning ye whit is aboot tae happen. The
seeven fat kine an the seeven ears o guid corn are yin an represent
seeven guid years o fermin. The seeven skinny coos anthe seeven
wabbit ears o corn, blasted by the east wind, represent the seeven
years o famine thatll foly the seeven years o plenty." Josie
stoapped fur a braith.
"Pharaoh, whit Ah
suggest is that ye should fun yersel a wise an honest man tae
haundle this fur ye. He should be allowed tae hire a team o experts
tae gang a ower Egypt durin the seeven years o plenty an collect
aboot a fifth o the hervest. A this grub should be stored in yer
cities ready tae be haunded oot tae the folk when the famine comes."
"Thats a grand idea!"
said Pharaoh. "An ye ken whit? Ahm gaun tae gie ye the joab. An no
only that, Ahm gaun tae pit ye in charge o the hale o Egypt,
includin me. Ahll hing oantae ma throne, o coorse, bit yell be
runnin the show itherwise. Heres ma ring an some fresh linen claes.
An yed better hing this chain o gowd aroon yer neck. Itll gie ye
a bit o class an mak ye look the pairt."
So Josie hid it made in
the shade. Pharaoh even lined him up wi a high priests dochter fur a
wife. Although he liked fine the linen kilts that the Egyptians wore,
Josie still thocht aboot the braw plaid that his faither gave him. He
still hid the wee bit o tartan frae the day his brithers selt him tae
the Ishmeelites. So he passed the word fur a weaver wha could mak him
a tartan kilt. Yin by yin weavers showed up bit they jist shook their
heids an went awa.
Then yin day an auld
guy cam intae the palace tae see Josie. As he examined the cloot his
auld sonsy face lit up wi pleasure. "Thiss Jacobite tartan," he
"Ah ken that!" scoffed
Josie. "Can ye mak it?"
"Och aye," boasted the
weaver. "Whaur did ye get this wee bit?"
"Thats pairt o a
plaid ma Faither hid made fur me in the land o Canaan."
"So!" cooed the weaver.
"Thats where ma young brither is."
"Ah dinnae ken if hes
still there noo. Ah wis jist bit a boy when ma brithers selt me as a
slave an Ahm thirty-years-auld noo."
"Selt ye as a slave?"
echoed the auld man. "Ma young brither wisnae as bad as that, bit mind
ye, when his dochter hid a wean, he never said onythin tae me aboot
it. It jist goes tae show: Ye can pick yer freens bit ye cannae pick
"Aye weel thats a
very fine," agreed Josie. "Kin ye mak the kilt?"
"Och aye," beamed the
weaver. "Ahll jist tak yer size an hae yin fur ye in twa or thee
* * *
So the years flew by
an the corn wis jist pilin in. Josie wis gittin writers cramp
signin a the oarders tae build barns, storehooses, bins, an silos -
onythin that wid protect corn frae weather an vermin. He wore oot
dizens o abacuses until he finally loast coont. Micht as weel coont
the grains the sond in the sea, he thocht. Bit when famine hit Egypt
he wis mair than ready. When the Egyptians cried oot tae Pharaoh for
corn, he jist said: "Dinnae fash me, awa an see Josie." An soon
they were a tuckin intae breid an buns.
Bit the famine jist
didnae affect Egypt, it devastated a the lands fur hunners o miles
aroon. When Jacob noticed that Egypt hid cornered the corn market, he
roonded up his sons an telt ten o them tae get doon there an get
some afore they a sterved.
"Ok Faither," they
chorused an started packin. They telt Benjamin tae get packed tae.
"Na, na," said Jacob.
"Wee Bennys no gaun wey ye. Ah couldnae trust him wi youse lot."
So the sons o Israel
ganged doon tae Egypt. When they knelt doon in front o the governor
tae ask fur corn, they didnae ken that the man in dressed in rich
claes wis their brither, Josie. Mind ye, yin o the brithers thocht
that he recognised the tartan. Bit anither brither telt him tae
wheesht an keep his heid doon in case the governor thocht that he wis
lookin up his kilt.
Bit Josie kent them.
Och aye, he kent them a richt, an he wis still teed aff at them. An
he minded aboot the dreams that he hid aboot the stooks bowin doon
afore him a lang, lang time syne. Noo the sondle wis oan the ither
"So!" said Josie. "Whaur
dae a ye gomerals cam frae?
answered Reuben. "We come frae the Land o Cannan tae buy corn."
exclaimed Josie. "Ah think yere a a bunch o spies."
"Na, na, Excellency,"
they a protested. "Were jist twelve sons o a guid faither."
"Na, na, yersels,"
scoffed Josie. "Yere a jist a bunch o spies. Onywey, Ah ken how tae
coont an ten folk disnae mak a dizen."
"Oor faither an oor
youngest brither, are still in the Land o Canaan. An the ither
brither left us years syne," said Reuben.
"Ah dinnae believe ye,"
repeated Josie. "Tell ye whit, yell hae tae prove yere no spies.
Yin o youse gang back hame an bring back yer wee brither. In the
meantime the rest o ye can stey in jile until the ithers show up. Noo
awa wi ye."
So when wee Benny
showed up, Josie telt his servants tae hide some money in the brithers
secks as they were fillin them wi corn. He kent that when they goat
hame theyd be worried stiff thinkin that they were in mair trouble.
Josie kent the food widnae last lang. The famine wid last fur a while
yet an force the brithers tae cam back tae Egypt fur mair corn. So
every time they showed up Josie kept playin mair tricks oan them,
like hidin his silver quaich in wee Bennys sack an kiddin oan it
A while later Josie
figured that the brithers hid learned their lesson an telt them wha
he really wis. This cheered them an they ran hame tae tell auld Jacob
that Josie wis still alive an wis noo a big wheel doon in Egypt.
Eventually Josie goat his hale family tae stey in Goshen, a province
o Egypt. An they a lived happily richt tae the end o Genesis.
When Exodus cam alang,
anither Pharaoh goat the bricht idea tae build pyramids and wunnert
whaur tae get the help fur this project . . . Bit thats anither
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