The Little Minister Page #2

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,

so nobody tells him.

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.

The south roaders will march

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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