Sketches of the CovenantersMcFeeters, J. C. (James Calvin)
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Sketches of the Covenanters
McFeeters, J. C. (James Calvin)
Covenanters; Scotland -- Church history -- 16th century; Scotland -- Church history -- 17th century
In this country the summer days are long and delightful, the echoes of
good-night linger till the voice of good-morning may be heard. The days
almost touch each other, twilight scarcely leaves the sky. The winter
reverses the order, making the path of the sun short and, bringing it
down close to the hilltops. The storm loves the long night; the winds
rise and sift the treasures of hail and snow over mountain and meadow.
[Illustration: IN THE HIGHLANDS
In visiting the places of deepest interest to Covenanters, the journey
in our day may be made with little fatigue and much comfort. This makes
the wanderings of the persecuted Covenanters to appear in pathetic
contrast which touches the heart with sadness. The scene presented here
is Loch Lubnaig nestling in the bosom of the highlands. The view is
charming, especially while the historic events are revived by a guide
like Rev John McDonald, B D, who is here seen in the motor car,
accompanied by Mrs McDonald and Mrs McFeeters.]
Scotland contains about 30,000 square miles and 4,000,000 souls. The
shores, especially the western and northern, are beautifully fringed
with narrow lochs and steep indentures of the sea, making the coast
picturesque beyond description. The surface is mostly mountainous and
rugged, presenting to the eye natural scenery, which for beauty and
magnificence can scarcely be surpassed. On the mountain side mists
suddenly form, dense as thunder-clouds and bright as snow-drifts. We
were one day pointed to a certain hill where, it is said, Peden was
hunted by dragoons, and found shelter in the heart of a mist-cloud,
which he called "the lap of God's cloak." In answer to prayer he thus
found safety in the secret place of the Most High; heaven seemed to
touch earth where he knelt upon the dripping grass.
These mountainous grounds furnish luxuriant pasture for numerous flocks
of sheep. Here is the shepherd's paradise, who, with his dog and crook,
keeps careful watch. While the brow of the mountain is white with mist,
its cheeks are often crimsoned with heather, and its breast verdant with
pasture. The associated colors are very grateful to the eye, while the
sublimity ennobles the heart.
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