The Little Minister Page #2
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- 1934
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In no time at all.
Well, I hope so.
Uh, uh, mr. Dishart.
Oh, hello,
wearyworld.
I was just going out
for a breath of air.
Heard rob dow's
compliments,
And he says if you're not
with him within an hour,
He'll break out
into the drink again.
There's blood
in his eye.
Oh,I'll go at once.
Aye. Hey, you'll
let me go a bit wee?
Of course.
Come along.
For until rob
sent me on this errand,
Not a soul has
spoken to me this day.
Many a one
have I spoken to,
But not a man, woman, or
bairn had flung me a word.
I've often meant
to ask you, wearyworld,
Why are you
so unpopular?
Because i'm police. I'm the
first that's ever been in thrums.
Well, didn't the
thrumspeople appoint you?
Aye, and they are
the very folk that
Look down me as a
disgraced man for accepting.
Even my own wife
is short with me
When i've got on
me uniform.
Well, it should be
a consolation to you
That you're discharging
useful duties.
But i'm no.
Charles dickson says that
The very sight of
my uniform
Rouses his anger
so much
That it makes him
smash windows.
Although a peaceable
disposed man
Until I was appointed.
But, uh, they-They do
recognize your authority.
Ah-Authority? Ach, they
won't even come to the lockup
After I lay hands
on them.
Do they say
they won't come?
Catch them
saying anything,
They just give me a whap
into the gutters.
If they'd speak, i
wouldn't have complained,
For i'm naturally the
sociablest main in thrums.
That's easy to see. Well,
good evening, wearyworld.
I- Uh...
Well, it was pleasant to
crack a word with somebody.
I- I'll be in
my rounds, now.
I-
Oh, it's a weary world
And nobody bides in it.
Micah?
My father put me out.
He's been talking and arguing
with the devil for an hour.
Don't be frightened.
Rob.
Oh, it's a weary world.
Oh.
Hi, there!
Uhh!
In the name of the lord,
you don't show anything. Ha.
Oh, it's just
a gypsy, buddy.
I'm the police.
Oh, I dinna ken.
Uh, please,
mr. Police.
Do not take me to the
lockup, andI'll go away.
No, no, honey. Stay
here and talk with me,
And maybe wearyworld
won't be hard on you.
Sit down.
Sit down.
Oh, never be
a policeman, lassie,
Or you'll soon have
feet like nobody else's.
Aye, but it's
grand work.
A great responsibility.
Ugh.
Are you here in case
the soldiers come?
The soldiers? Those
preservists, when they come,
I hope i'm a thousand
miles away.
My heart's with
weavers, lassie,
But my duty
is with the law,
And 3 blasts
of the weaver's horn
Will unleash
a bee's nest in thrums,
AndI'll have to be
in the middle of it.
3 blasts on the horn?
Aye, the signal horn
they hide in the old mill.
Everybody knows
about it.
Everybody but
the minister.
He's all for peace,
You mean
the little minister
With a twinkle
in his eye.
I mean the reverend
mr. Dishart.
Come along, lassie,
and walk with me a bit,
And maybe you'll give me
some of your gab, eh?
I-
Now, if that doesn't
beat all.
World.
Oh, please, sir.
Don't hand me over
to the sheriff.
I've lost my way.
Oh. Perhaps I can
help you.
Oh, you can, sir,
If you can
tell me where
The old mill is.
The old mill?
Aye, sir. I want to meet my sweetheart.
Oh, I mean, my father were there,
And I cannot even
find the place.
I pass it
on my way.
I'll direct you.
Oh...
Oh, you're kind, sir.
That's it.
I take it you must be
the new little minister
I hear them
talk about.
I'm the new minister.
Do they say
"little minister"?
Oh, no.
That was my fault.
It kind of
popped out.
But it wasn't meant
to be uncomplimentary.
You're just the size
i like.
Ha. Oh, they say
bonny things about you.
That is,
the lassies do.
Would you like
to hear?
I didn't hear you.
Did you say you would
or you wouldn't?
I've said nothing.
Oh. Well, I wouldn't
want to tell you
If you didn't
want to hear.
They say you're against
the weavers
Fighting the soldiers
when they come.
I'm against fighting.
Even when they're
in the right?
Fighting and bloodshed
won't help them.
Here's the mill.
Hello!
They're not here, but
they left the horn.
It's our way of
calling each other.
They'll be
looking for me.
Oh!
Mmf.
Oh. Ha.
Um...
Give it a blow
so they'll find me.
Can't you
blow it yourself?
If it's your way of
calling each other.
Aye, sir, but, um,
i'm fair out of breath
From taking
such long strides.
It's hard for a lassie
to keep up with a man.
Uh...
There.
Oh, now, now that was
barely a toot.
I don't suppose
you could blow it
A wee bit louder?
Oh, it takes
a strong man
To blow a lusty blast.
I am a strong man.
Aye, sir.
They must've
heard that.
Again!
No, that must suffice.
Of course,
if you're tired.
Tired?
Thank you.
That was grand.
What's that?
That's them.
Good-Bye and thank you.
Hurry, joe talley. Hurry,
we'll be needing you.
Oh, doctor. You'll be
proud of me this night.
If you're wise,
wearyworld,
You'll go home
and go to your bed.
Hey, hey, hey,
mccollum.
Hey, mrs. Macintosh.
Throw all your weapons.
It's my duty to arrest
any man with a weapon.
Go home
and go to bed.
North roaders,
We'll find your families
Gathered at the brae.
What's happening?
The soldiers are coming.
...in the cemetery.
From the tame to cushing.
And mind you,
Let no man tell the name of
Any who took part
in the last riots.
Remember, you're all
dumb critters,
And none know who tied
the policeman to the cart.
Andrew struthers.
Rob dow.
Snecky hobart.
Hendry munn.
Tammas whammond,
And all of you
who are auld licht,
Lay down your weapons.
Let me have
my fling this night,
And I promise youI'll bide
sober for a twelvemonth.
Oh, rob.
Rob.
Are you the man
i prayed with an hour ago?
Aye.
Down with
your weapons,
OrI'll brain you
with them.
Aye, lay them down.
But keep your feet on them.
If you fight,
your wives and children
May be shot in the streets.
These soldiers have come
for a dozen of you.
Will you be benefited
if they take away 100?
Aye! Hearken to him!
There's a gypsy.
Aye.
She'll tell us.
If I were a man, I wouldn't
let myself be catched
Like a mouse
in a trap.
How dare you, woman.
What kind of women
are you,
That bid your menfolk go to jail,
When a bold front would
lead them to safety?
Do you want to be
husbandless and homeless?
Disperse, I command you.
This abandoned woman
is inciting a riot.
Dinna heed
this little man.
You men and women
of thrums know
That I wish you well.
There is not much time.
The soldiers will be
here before you know it,
And then it'll be
too late.
She has
a false tongue.
Don't listen to
the brazen woman.
She tells us
the truth.
Listen to her.
She brought us
the news.
You all run in different
directions, you're lost,
But if you
keep together,
You can force the way into the
country, where you can scatter.
That's what the captain of the
soldiers is afraid you'll do.
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