S. R. Crockett

S. R. Crockett

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Portrait of S. R. Crockett S. R. Crockett The Stickit Minister's Wooing… (1900)

I could feel Lidderdale and Roaring Raif with each a hand on a coat tail.
"'Harry,' they said, 'do not mind him—cry the word and we will fall on and pull the wizard down by the heels!'
"'Come hither!' said the Little Fair Man again, in a stronger voice of command. 'Come up hither, friend. Thou didst come to this place to do evil; but the Spirit hath thee now by the head, though well do I see that a pair of black deils have thee yet by the tail. Come hither, friend, resist not the Spirit!'
"Then there arose a mighty flame in my heart, the like of which I never felt before.
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Portrait of S. R. Crockett S. R. Crockett The Stickit Minister's Wooing… (1900)

My father had been in his day a douce sober man, yet he could do little to restrain myself or my brother John, who was, they said, 'ten waurs' than I. For there was a wild set in the Glen of Kells in those days, Lidderdale of Slogarie and Roaring Raif Pringle of Kirkchrist being enough to poison a parish. We four used to forgather to drink the dark out and the light in, two or three times in the week at the change house of the Clachan. Elspeth Vogie keeped it, and no good name it got among those well-affected to religion—aye, or Elspeth herself either.
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