"Lord," said the soutar, as he sat guiding his awl through sole and welt
and upper of the shoe on his last, "there's surely something at work i' the
yoong man! Surely he canna be that far frae waukin up to see and ken that
he sees and kens naething! Lord, pu' doon the dyke o' learnin and self-
richteousness that he canna see ower the tap o', and lat him see thee upo'
the ither side o' 't. Lord, sen' him the grace o' oppen e'en to see whaur
and what he is, that he may cry oot wi' the lave o' 's, puir blin' bodies,
to them that winna see. 'Wauk, thoo that sleepest, and come oot o' thy
grave, and see the licht o' the Father i' the face o' the Son.'"
But the minister went away intent on classifying the soutar by finding out
with what sect of the middle-age mystics to place him. At the same time
something strange seemed to hover about the man, refusing to be handled in
that way. Something which he called his own religious sense appeared to
know something of what the soutar must mean, though he could neither
isolate nor define it.
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