Ardenmohr Chapter XX. -
Sunday.We gang to the Kirk
Feeling a trifle stiff, and rather languid, after the
weeks hard exercise, some slight disinclination was shown to-day
about going so far to church: the natural instinct being to stroll
about in the sunshine, or to retire with a book to some shady
corner; but indolence was conquered, and all of us duly present at
the kirk as the bell began to ring in.
The country folks were arriving from various
quarters, some coming by the high-road, others by cross-roads; many
came over the hill, or were ferried across the water, and not a few
had come from a distance, but all the people had the look of health
and content. And so they may, for have they not nearly everything
they understand and are accustomed tohome shelter, plain but
wholesome food, health, and the purest air; and, in their humble
occupations, do they not feel as much interest as others do in what
the world may consider things of greater moment, and affairs of
dignity or diplomacy. Withal, the rural Celt hath little care, and,
sooth to say, little grinding toil.
There is poverty sometimes amongst these country
folks, but seldom destitution. Poverty in rural districts does not
carry the sad meaning it has in towns, nor do the very poorest ever
know an approach to the squalid wretchedness so miserably common in
large cities. Moreover, the Highland cottar is generally healthy and
enjoys long life. Even the very aged seldom take to their beds, but
in summer they potter about their doors or sit in the sunshine, and
in winter smoke their pipe by the turf fire. At last they die
easily, and are laid in the kirk-yard.
I like to see those homely folks as they gather about
the little church, near the graves of their grandsires and friends.
All about the scene appears so natural to their state and condition.
I like to hear the tuneless ding-dong sounding from the belfry, and
to look at the parishioners standing by the grey, moss-grown
tombstones, while the sun is shining brightly on the fair face of
nature, and the light breeze gently
moves the long grass, and carries the sweet summer
fragrance of the country into the doors and open windows of the kirk.
I like the plain orthodox sermon (if not too long), the simple
old-fashioned singing (if not too loud), and I like the benediction.
After kirk we went to the Frasers Arms to talk over
with John Fraser certain arrangements previous to our leaving the
country, for, alas! pleasant times were drawdig to a close; still,
as Fred remarked, it somewhat broke our fall to speculate on the
approaching visit to Dunesk, where we should meet our friends, hunt
the roe, and get a swim in the sea; yet were we sorry to think of a
good-bye to Ardenmohr: it must, however, be soon now.
On arriving at the Lodge we, as usual on Sundays, had
an hour or two among books, and then a long walk before dinner.
In the evening the people came in for the reading,
Major Duncan acting chaplain; and not only did they always come
willingly, but usually brought some of their acquaintances.
When they had left, Ward remarked that it was
satisfactory when those about us took an interest in services
wliicli, for the time being at least, make all of kin. Dont you
agree, Abbott? he said.
Of course, it begets better mutual feelings, and a
confidence sometimes wanting when ones surroundings look more
heathenish or indifferent.
Eight, most virtuous Abbott; for if there be enough
and to spare of hypocrisy in the world, yet I hardly think there is
much deliberate sham. Most men I believe to be genuine in such
matters according to their lights. Why, the Pharisees even were only
in a certain sense hypocrites; they believed in their views and in
themselves, thanking God for not being as other men.
Yes, the Major remarked, but that same sincerity
may be pleaded for rank heathens and for speculative infidels.
No doubt, said Ward, and I would humbly consider
that the responsibility lies not so much in the mere belief, as how
it comes about; if from hatred of restraint, from indolence, or from
indifference. And, perhaps, what carries the greatest responsibility
is the promulgating of uncertain and mischievous doctrines on mere
Are you quite just, Hope, to Eenan, Spencer, and
Darwin, and the other new lamps? Probably you have tried them all?
Of course; for when a certain section of thinkers,
as they are termed, coolly assume that for more than eighteen
hundred years all outside their ways of thinking have been living in
a fools paradise, one naturally seeks to find how they make this
And your sapient conclusion is?
My own notion is that it is all very marvellous;
and, notably, the evolved potentiality of redundant, flatulent, and
intricate verbosity in seeming-like wisdom while settling nothing,
not even a single wdll-o-the-wisp mysticism. Besides, their even
asking a definite conclusion on their premises, seems a mistake.
You mean that if a Divine government be
questionable, so is the truth of their speculations?
Quite so; but that is hardly what I meant. The
mistake seems palpable all through; it begins at the beginning when
they take up the position of teachers and elevators of humanity, and
this by premising that humanity is evolved from the beasts, and like
the beasts must perish; they then, at least some of them, elevate
morally by teaching that vice and virtue are just accidents of
circumstance and temperament a nice theory to give elbow-room to
vice and crime. And, vilest doctrine of all, and most wanton, they
would bruise the broken reed by telling the sad and wretched of the
world, who have nothing left but hope, that their hopes are vain.
Bless me, Ward! your feelings have led you on to
give us quite a sermon. But dont you see, man, that abstract
science has nought to do with faith or feeling; it is merely mental
vivisection. Beally, we had better let alone this unsavoury subject;
it is all very sad.
Right, Major, I said, but I half suspect you
yourself first moved it.
For whilk indiscretion let me try and atone by
burning some of the very particular Begalias. You fellows go out to
the garden seat, and Ill get them presently. So we went out, and
he brought the cigars. u So perish evolution in smoke he said as we
proceeded to light up.
How charitable not to say in fire I remarked.
Major George Duncan is not a bigot, and he really has some good
Cease, you remorseless cynic, he said laughingly.
Is it not enough to have brought me to confession and a mulct of my
best weeds, that you also must crush my wittiest reflections?
Massacre of the innocents! But what a lovely night!
And, indeed, it was beautiful.
Some of the aspects of nature have such charm that
they never fail to delight, and one of these is a fair autumn night
in the Highlands, when the moon, just* risen over the crest of the
mountain, casts a tender light on the edges and slopes of the hills,
softening all that is rude and rugged into forms of weirdlike and
dreamy grace, while far in the vault above the stars shine forth in
their ever-mysterious beauty; nor is the enjoyment of such a scene
much lessened by the more mundane accompaniments of friendly
converse and unexceptionable tobacco.
We remained out this night to rather a late hour in
talking of our departure from Ardenmohr, and even rashly, perhaps,
speculating on a distant future.
On the evening of the 23rd October we sat round a
blazing wood fire, talked of the pleasant days that had passed, and
about going to Dunesk, for which we were to leave on the 25th.
For some time past we had been chiefly salmon
fishing, only occasionally taking the gun to find a bird or two for
the larder. The stock of grouse did not appear very greatly reduced
with all the shooting, but so wild that anything like shots at
individual birds was quite exceptional now; Stand not on the order
of your going, but go at once", seemed to be their rule.
No particular event had occurred for awhile, except
that a few days since Donald brought to the Lodge an eagle which he
had shot. He had been over the evening previous at the north march
to meet Peter Doig on some business or other, when Peter told him
that a pair of eagles had been seen by the shepherd passing
regularly in the early mornings by the head of Loch Na Seachin; so
Donald resolved to try and get a shot, and he and the shepherd were
on the outlook at the place before daybreak next morning.
The shepherd was so posted on the side of the hill
that he could watch them coming and signal to Donald, without being
himself observed. As Donald hoped, they did come, and he shot one of
the eagles; the other, he said, did not seem to be touched, as, on
the fall of its mate, it merely swung slightly off its course, and
then continued its flight direct across the hill. We did not quite
approve of Donalds slaying the royal bird, but it was done now,
and, being a fine specimen, we packed and sent him away carefully to
be stuffed and mounted on a mimic rock. Hope said that he should
afterwards supplement the taxidermists work by painting a
background of Ardenmohr hills.
Our last day was spent in making arrangements for
departure, and in a farewell ramble on the moor.
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