Produced by Nick Hodson of London, England Out in the Forty-Five, or Duncan Keith's Vow, by Emily Sarah Holt. ________________________________________________________________________ This book is written in the style of a diary written by the youngest of four sisters. She is a very sensitive young girl, and her observations are very acute. Most of them are of a religious nature, and the description of the work of a preacher called Whitefield is very well worth reading. I felt quite emotional while reading it. As you may gather from the title the book is set in the time of 1745, at the time the Bonny Prince Charlie landed in an attempt to claim his title to the throne, currently held by the Elector of Hanover, who was not very popular among the people we meet in this book, most of whom would be called Jacobites. It is interesting to see that Jacobite families like this one were more or less left alone, except when they actually took up arms. The book takes about 10 hours to read aloud. Some of the speech is in broad lowland Scots, but you will probably have little difficulty in understanding it. You will probably come away from reading this book resolved upon an amendment of life. If so then the book has done its work. This is the first book by this author that we have come across (lent to us for the occasion) and I am sure we shall add a few more by her in due course. ________________________________________________________________________ OUT IN THE FORTY-FIVE, OR DUNCAN KEITH'S VOW, BY EMILY SARAH HOLT. CHAPTER ONE. WE ALIGHT AT BROCKLEBANK FELLS. "Sure, there is room within our hearts good store; For we can lodge transgressions by the score: Thousands of toys dwell there, yet out of door We leave Thee." GEORGE HERBERT. "Girls!" said my Aunt Kezia, looking round at us, "I should just like to know what is to come of the whole four of you!" My Aunt Kezia has an awful way of looking round at us. She begins with Sophy--she is our eldest--then she goes to Fanny, then to Hatty, and ends up with me. As I am the youngest, I have to be ended up with. She generally lays down her work to do it, too; and sometimes she settles her spectacles first, and that makes it feel more awful than ever. However, when she has gone round, she always takes them off--spectacles, I mean--and wipes them, and gives little solemn shakes of her head while she is doing it, as if she thought we were all four going to ruin together, and had got very near the bottom. This afternoon, when she said that, instead of sitting quiet, as we generally do, Hatty--she is the pert one amongst us--actually spoke up. "I should think we shall be married, Aunt Kezia, one of these days-- shan't we?" "My dear, if you are," was my Aunt Kezia's reply, more solemn than ever, "the only wedding present that I shall be conscientiously able to give to those four misguided men will be a rope a-piece to hang themselves with."