THE SUIT OF BOTTLE GREEN
At the Manse of Dullarg things did not go over well. Dr. Stuart, being by…
THE STICKIT MINISTER WINS THROUGH
Yet Jessie Loudon did come to the Dullarg that night—and that for her children’s sake.…
THE STICKIT MINISTER’S WOOING
It was in the second year of my college life thai I came home to…
THE SMUGGLERS OF THE CLONE
‘Rise, Robin, rise! The partans are on the sands!’ The crying at our little window…
THE RESPECT OF DROWDLE
Most folk in the West of Scotland know the parish of Drowdle, at least by…
THE MAN OF WRATH
A man of wrath was my grandfather, Yabel McQuhirr, from his youth up. And I…
THE LITTLE FAIR MAN.
I.—SEED SOWN BY THE WAYSIDE Notable among my father’s papers was one bundle quite by…
THE LASS IN THE SHOP
In Galloway, if you find an eldest son of the same name as his father,…
THE HEMPIE’S LOVE STORY
This is the somewhat remarkable story the Hempie told my wife as she sat sewing…
THE GATE OF THE UPPER GARDEN
For the first six months that Gibby the Eel, otherwise the Reverend Gilbert Denholm, M.A.,…