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"The Rev. Mr Baird," he said, "went to offer 

 consolation to a dying man and, as he was especially 

 obdurate, the clergyman tried to harrow his feelings 

 with a threat of the King of Terrors, but was soon 

 discouraged by : ' Hoots, toots, mon, I'm no scairt 

 at the King of Terrors, I've been leeving with the 

 Queen of them these sax and thirty years and 

 the King, I'm thinking, can be no muckle waur." 



General laughter greeted this ; I suppose the 

 tale was new to them. It was the clergyman him- 

 self who laughed the loudest so, perhaps, it was 

 new to him but, new or not, just as the laughter 

 began to subside, he started us all off afresh with 

 his " Ach! it's a puir chance the clergy have when 

 Dr Rorie has done his best." 



The meal and the evening passed with many 

 another tale, and a song or two from Marcus 

 Thomson, the London trained singer, who, with his 

 splendidly rich baritone voice, gave us, among 

 others, "The Sands o' Dee." 



