22 About the Feathered Folk. 



dear and aged lady down the steps 

 of our kirk door. Her carriage, a 

 hired fly, was waiting for her; but 

 the driver, one of the great clan of 

 Campbell, remained perched on his 

 box, while in hurried tones he 

 begged me to act footman, and 

 hand the lady in. A little surprised 

 at his manner, I did so, and the 

 carriage rumbled away ; and I 

 forgot all about Campbell's queer- 

 ness it was but a slight matter, 

 after all. 



I met the fly before I leached 

 home, as it was returning after 

 having set down its fare. The man 

 drew up. 



" I'm begging your pardon, mem," 

 he said. " I couldn't well leave the 

 box, ye see, for I've got just an 

 Eagle here ! " 



An Eagle ! Had our trusty and 

 only flyman gone crazy this Sabbath 

 morning? 



"Aye, mem ; just that. And 



