Malcolm had not yet, after all the health-giving of the voyage,
entirely recovered from the effects of the ill-compounded potion.
Indeed, sometimes the fear crossed his mind that never would he be the
same man again, that the slow furnace of the grave alone would destroy
the vile deposit left in his house of life. Hence it came that he was
weary, and overslept himself the next day--but it was no great matter;
he had yet time enough. He swallowed his breakfast as a working man
alone can, and set out for Duff Harbour. At Leith, where they had put
in for provisions, he had posted a letter to Mr Soutar, directing him
to have Kelpie brought on to his own town, whence he would fetch her
himself. The distance was about ten miles, the hour eight, and he was a
good enough walker, although boats and horses had combined to prevent
him, he confessed, from getting over-fond of Shanks’ mare. To men
who delight in the motions of a horse under them, the legs of a man
are a tame, dull means of progression, although they too have their
superiorities; and one of the disciplines of this world is to have to
get out of the saddle and walk afoot. He who can do so with perfect
serenity, must very nearly have learned with St Paul in whatsoever
state he is therein to be content. It was the loveliest of mornings,
however, to be abroad in upon any terms, and Malcolm hardly needed
the resources of one who knew both how to be abased and how to abound
--enviable perfection---for the enjoyment of even a long walk. Heaven
and earth were just settling to the work of the day after their morning
prayer, and the whole face of things yet wore something of that look
of expectation which one who mingled the vision of the poet with the
faith of the Christian might well imagine to be their upward look of
hope after a night of groaning and travailing --the earnest gaze of
the creature waiting for the manifestation of the sons of God; and
for himself, though the hardest thing was yet to come, there was a
satisfaction in finding himself almost up to his last fence, with the
heavy ploughed land through which he had been floundering nearly all
behind him--which figure means that he had almost made up his mind what
to do.
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