SUNDAY IN SCOTLAND. 23 
Sober and stem the congregation looked, fitting 
descendants of the rude old Covenanters, who 
counted their lives as nothing compared with the 
faith they loved. I joined in the singing with a 
good courage," remembering how the forefathers 
of these people had bought their freedom of wor- 
ship with their blood ; yet it was refreshing to be 
once more in the bright free air, with the birds 
singing joyously overhead, and the glad sunshine 
glinting amidst the trees, and making the flowing 
river like a pathway of silver adown the happy 
fields. 
