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At the great barn-door he came upon Saunders M’Quhirr, master of the farm of Drumquhat, whose welcome to his minister it was worth coming a hundred miles to receive.

“Come awa’, Maister Cameron, and the mistress will get you a drink o’ milk, an’ ye’ll hae a bite o’ denner wi’ us gin ye can bide half an hour!”

The minister went in and surprised the goodwife in the midst of the clean and comely mysteries of the dairy. From her, likewise, he received the warmest of welcomes. The relation of minister and people in Galloway, specially among the poorer congregations who have to work hard to support their minister, is a very beautiful one. He is their superior in every respect, their oracle, their model, their favourite subject of conversation; yet also in a special measure he is their property. Saunders and Mary M’Quhirr would as soon have contradicted the Confession of Faith as questioned any opinion of the minister’s when he spoke on his own subjects.

On rotation of crops, and specially on “nowt” beasts, his opinion was “no worth a preen.” It would not have been becoming in him to have a good judgment on these secularities.

The family and dependants were all gathered together in the wide, cool kitchen of Drumquhat, for it was the time for the minister’s catechising. Saunders sat with his wife beside him. The three sons–Alec, James, and Rob–sat on straight-backed chairs; Walter near by, his hand on his grandmother’s lap.

Question and answer from the Shorter Catechism passed from lip to lip like a well-played game in which no one let the ball drop. It would have been thought as shameful if the minister had not acquitted himself at “speerin”‘ the questions deftly and instantaneously as for one of those who were answering to fail in their replies. When Rob momentarily mislaid the “Reasons Annexed” to the second commandment, and his very soul reeled in the sudden terror that they had gone from him for ever, his father looked at him as one who should say, “Woe is me that I have been the responsible means of bringing a fool into the world!” Even his mother looked at him wistfully, in a way that was like cold water running down his back, while Mr. Cameron said kindly, “Take your time, Robert!”

However, Rob recovered himself gallantly, and reeled off the Reasons Annexed with vigour. Then he promised, under his breath, a sound thrashing to his model brother, James, who, having known the Catechism perfectly from his youth up, had yet refused to give a leading hint to his brother in his extremity. Walter had his answers as ready as any of them.

Walter had, on one occasion, begun to attend a Sabbath school at the village, which was started by the enthusiastic assistant of the parish minister, whose church lay some miles over the moor. Walter had not asked any permission of his seniors at the farm, but wandered off by himself to be present at the strange ceremonies of the opening. There the Drumquhat training made him easily first of those who repeated psalms and said their Catechism. A distinguished career seemed to be opening out before him, but a sad event happened which abruptly closed the new-fangled Sunday school. The minister of the parish heard what his young “helper” had been doing over in Whunnyliggate, and he appeared in person on the following Sabbath when the exercises were in full swing. He opened the door, and stood silently regarding, the stick dithering in both hands with a kind of senile fury.

The “helper” came forward with a bashful confidence, expecting that he would receive commendation for his great diligence. But he was the most surprised “helper” in six counties when the minister struck at him suddenly with his stick, and abruptly ordered him out of the school and out of his employment.

“I did not bring ye frae Edinburgh to gang sneaking aboot my pairish sugarin’ the bairns an’ flairdyin’ the auld wives. Get Oot o’ my sicht, an’ never let your shadow darken this pairish again, ye sneevlin’ scoondrel!”

Then he turned the children out to the green, letting some of the laggards feel his stick as they passed. Thus was closed the first Sabbath-school that was ever held in the village of Whunnyliggate. The too-enthusiastic “helper” passed away like a dream, and the few folk who journeyed every Sabbath from Whunnyliggate to the parish kirk by the side of the Dee Water received the ordinances officially at noon each Lord’s Day, by being exhorted to “begin the public worship of God in this parish” in the voice which a drill-sergeant uses when he exhorts an awkward squad. Walter did not bring this event before the authorities at Drumquhat. He knew that the blow of the minister’s oaken staff was a judgment on him for having had anything to do with an Erastian Establishment.

After the catechising, the minister prayed. He prayed for the venerable heads of the household, that they might have wisdom and discretion. He prayed that in the younger members the fear of the Lord might overcome the lust of the eye and the pride of life–for the sojourners, that the God of journeying Israel might be a pillar of fire by night and of cloud by day before them, and that their pilgrimage way might be plain. He prayed for the young child, that he might be a Timothy in the Scriptures, a Samuel in obedience, and that in the future, if so it were the will of the Most High, he might be both witness and evangelist of the Gospel.