CHAPTEE IV. 



OUR FIRST SUNDAY. 



SUNDAY morning, bright and hot, and every one down 

 in good time. After breakfast the household came, 

 and we had prayers. The Major read impressively 

 part of the beautiful English service, and we went 

 to the " fir brae " while the horses were got ready. 



The drive down the glen was exceedingly pleasant. 

 At the inn door we caught John Eraser and his 

 daughters just leaving for church, so walked with 

 them, discoursing of John's flocks and herds, and of 

 our own doings. I rather think Fred told the little 

 demure daughter all about his fishing, although it 

 was Sunday. 



John said they expected a " strange minister" 

 (any one except the incumbent is so called by the 

 parishioners) to preach, and he could not vouch for 

 the " discoorse." However, we had an excellent 



