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"HE'S GONE YONDER."
a large village; but it had a certain
importance, because it was the centre
of a rich agricultural district; and
here lived the doctor, and, above all,
the banker.

Here also lived the per-

son of whom I am going to writeJamie Dunlop, the half-witted son of
-!''

the widow Dunlop, who, with his
mother, had a small cottage on the outskirts of the village.
Jamie might be said to be all his
mother had in the world. She paid
rent for the small cottage, and the bit
of garden attached to it, to the banker,
who owned a good bit of the land in

HE little town of Dunfern stood by
the side of a lake, at the further

the outskirts of the village; and Jamie,

end of which-a long way off, towered

her furniture, might be said to be her

a high, dark mountain.

Behind that

mountain, for a great part of the year,
the sun used to set; and many a time
it departed there from view, clad in

and the few sticks which comprised
sole earthly possessions.

At one side

of the cottage was the town; and at
the other, and far off behind it,
stretched moorland and waste.

crimson and gold, and glory of every
hue. The town itself was not of any

At the time of which we write,
Jamie Dunlop was seventeen years of

size--indeed, it might have been called

age;

but he did not look so old.

'*
HE'S GONE YONDER."

Sometimes he did, and sonietimes he
did not-he was rather a puzzle in
that way. For, now and again, the boy
had a crafty look, as though he knew

in a box, and deposit him in a hole in
the kirk-yard. And then, never more

a thing or two more than he liked to
speak about; and then Jamie looked
older than his years; and at other
times he had a silly, vacant kind of

the wild flowers bud and blossom,
never sit in the old deserted quarry
and listen to the winds as they
whistled or sang, as the case may be,

stare, and an equally silly smile or
laugh; and then he looked much
younger than he really was.

whether there were a winter storm, or
a summer breeze. Indeed, if the truth
were known, Jamie would have made

In truth, Jamie Dunlop had his own
thoughts. They were not many; but

away with Sandy if he could in a safe
and quiet way, for he looked upon him,
in a muddled fashion, as in some sense

they were well marked, and very clear
before his mind. He had thoughts
about the banker and the bank, and
about the sun, and the great mountain, and about the minister, and the
kirk-yard; but above all, he had very
decided thoughts about Sandy Fergusson, the village undertaker, whom
of all beings on earth Jamie dreaded,
and detested too. He had often observed Sandy superintending the digging of the graves in the kirk-yard;
he had peeped at him through the
chinks of his workshop, which was
built of roughly-joined slabs of wood,
as he made the coffins of the neighbours; he had seen him arrayed in
black, marshalling the village funerals ;
and he had vague and dismal thoughts
that, some day, Sandy would put him

should he see the sun set in glory
behind the mountain, and never watch

the author of all the village funerals
and deaths; and he was by-po means
sure that, folk might not live on for
ever, if it were not for Sandy Fergusson
with his coffin-making,and hole-digging,
and black-wearing propensities.
One other object of dread had Jamie
Dunlop; and that was the water of the
lake. He knew that his father long
ago had been pulled out of it-dead ;
and, indeed, he remembered enough of
the occurrence, to have the pale
features and the closed eyes of the
good man imprinted on his mind;
and he remembered Sandy Fergusson's
being very busy on that occasion; and
so,no wonder, if, in his poor brain, the
lake water seemed terrible; and Sandy
too.

"HE'S GONE YONDER."

But the world was not gloomy to
Jamie Dunlop, because it contained in
it the water which was sometimes so
storm-tossed, and that hideous man,
Sandy Fergusson. With all his halfwittedness, Jamie had more sense in
this way than many a man who professes to be wise. Jamie simply
determined to leave the bad, and to
take the good which was within his
reach. Were not the trees and birds
his friends? did they not sing to
him? Were not the wild flowers his
friends ? did they not bloom for him ?
The very rabbits in the old deserted
quarry were his playfellows; and the
clouds above, and the diamond dewdrops below, they were looked upon
by Jamie as all his own; and in them
he felt himself as rich, as if no one had
any part in them except himself.
But Jamie had some connection
with mankind, although he shunned
his race so far as it was embodied in
"that black mon, Sandy Fergusson."
The banker and the minister were
treat objects of attraction to Jamie.
The minister he believed to be the
fountain of all knowledge, and the
banker the fountain of all wealth.
Now, and again, puzzled thoughts
arose in the boy's brain; and from thegreat, big words which the minister

used on the Sabbath, he thought he
must know all things, and be able to
tell him about whatever he would
know.

And he knew that the banker

had plenty of money; indeed,

he

believed, all the money in the world;
and though money was little to him in
itself, or, indeed, for what it could buy,
still, he heard every one say what a
grand thing it was to have; and,
though he did not know what to do
with it, he wished to have some too.
Perhaps Jamie

might not have

thought much on this subject, had
it not been that, he overheard a conversation between his mother and an
old neighbour on her dying-bed, in
which it was said that, if Jamie had
his rights, he'd have "plenty o'
siller," and this, though the boy did
not understand

anything about it,

had the effect of making him very
desirous of possessing money.

In

some vague way he felt he ought
to be rich.

But the poor fellow did

not, like many who count themselves
far wiser than such as he, allow himself to be made miserable by the
idea.

He confided his thoughts to

his friends the birds, and flowers, and
trees, and to the rabbits, and the
clouds.

" Ye ken," he used to say to

them, ",that I'm a mon that ought to

"HE'S GONE YONDER."

Ihave plenty o' siller," and it was no
uncommon thing to see the boy addressing a congregationof rabbits, some
of the elders sitting gravely on their
hind legs, while the younger somewhat
irreverently skipped about.

No one

ever came near that old deserted
quarry but the rabbits and himself,
except a wicked old fox, who occasionally came for business purposes,
when one of the rabbit inhabitants
generally went away with him ; but it
is to be observed that though several
had from time to time departed in
this way, not one ever returned to say
how he was getting on.
At last the idea of the silver so
worked in Jamie Dunlop's mind, that,
ihe determined he must get some as
soon as possible.
-there

But how or where?

was the rub.

Finally, a

bright thought struck his mind one
day in the old quarry, after he had
vainly begged his friends the rabbits
to tell him where the siller was to be
got.

The banker, to be sure-he was

the man who had it-every one who
wanted any went to him for it; why
shouldn't he go too ?
No sooner said than done.
Jamie Dunlop.

Off set

He was not in the

!habit of thinking long over any of his
proceedings; and now, with such a

bright prospect before him, he was
not likely to depart from his usual
An hour's smart walk
custom.
brought the boy to the door of the
bank; and another minute saw him
inside, looking with delighted and
somewhat greedy eyes upon a pile of
gold and silver, which the banker's
clerk was handing over to the contractor for the banker's large, new
house. There were some dirty Scotch
bank-notes there also, but of these
Jamie took no notice. The banker
himself was standing by, for he had
something to say to the contractor
about the house.
"Jist give me some o' yon siller,"
said Jamie, without any prelude of any
kind.
The clerk, who knew Jamie well by
sight, only laughed. The goodnatured contractor, looking on him
only in the light of a half-witted lad,
gave him two sixpences, which Jamie,
with a "Thank'ee," thrust deep into
his pocket; but the banker frowned,
and told him to be off.
"I'll no be off," said the boy,
" until I get the siller. Folk say if
I had my own I'd hae plenty o' bawbees; and may be all these are mine."
"Turn him out," said the banker to

I his clerk.

"HE'S GONE YONDER."

" I'll no go without the siller," said

seated, then, in the blandest tones,

Jamie, putting his arm round the

asked him how much

little iron pillar that supported the
roof.

wanted.

The contractor had now gone; and
the banker, the clerk, and Jamie, were

"a handful o' bawbees, and big siller,

left.

money

he

"An uncommon lot," said Jamie,
and little siller."
"Then you shall have it all," said

"I'll hae a' that siller," said Jamie.
"Ye may keep the dirty paper for

the banker, to whom it was a great

yersel', but the siller I'll hae-it's a'
mine," for the boy now began to

that his name and Jamie's had in any

muddle up in his mind'the idea of
getting money from a banker, and the

ters.

money being his.

which he kept saying out loud, " Find

Any one who could have observed
the banker's face would have seen that

all the siller ye have for Jamie Dun-

it looked uncomfortable; and any one
who had sharp ears enough to hear,

have, and there is copper too, as much

would

have heard that the man
muttered a curse; but to the surprise

emptied on the table.

sudden thought had struck him, invited
the boy into the inner parlour.
"He'll do him quietly," said the

as the boy could put in his pocket.

clerk, "and get him off with a sixpence, I've no doubt," and the banker
and the boy disappeared in the inner

when he returned Jamie had gone,
and the banker was alone in the bank;

object that, it never should be known.
way been associated with money mat"There,"

said he, after a pre-

tended long search in a safe, during

lop, every sixpence."
as you like."

"There is all I

A little canvas bag was

Composed as it was almost entirely
of his clerk, who neither saw nor heard- of small coins, it looked a pile of
anything of this, his chief, as if a wealth, and there was as much copper

room.
There things happened very differently from what the clerk supposed.
As soon as the banker had the boy
safely to himself, he told him to be

The banker contrived to send his clerk
out for a moment on a message; and

and there was no means of finding out
whatever secret may have existed
between the two.
" I've had him in my mind, ay,and
in my conscience too, often enough,"
said the banker, " but I never had him

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in the bank before.

I must have got

rid of him at any price."

building, and Jamie must have the
like.

He's no' a greater mon than

Possessed suddenly of this amazing

Jamie, and he'll hae no grander hoose.

store of wealth, Jamie hastened back

We'll build it a' oorsel's," said Jamie.

to the old quarry, and displayed it to
his confidential friends the rabbits.

"And while the siller's growing, the
hoose will be building; and when 'tis

Then he

made, we'll all hae a grand feast to-

bethought him where to

bestow his goods.

At last, he deter-

gether."

mined to plant the whole, as he saw

If the skips, and hops, and fisks

them plant the potatoes in his mother's
garden. They would surely grow; and

generally of the younger portion of the

he would have basketsful by-and-

any index of their general feelings, and

And so he dibbled them all in,
and determined to wait the time for
the potato-digging, when he also would

their approval of Jamie's speech, they
might all be considered to have said

dig up his money, and have a harvest
of great wealth.
Back to the bank for more money

speech.

Jamie would never go; for the banker,
as he let him out at the door, showed
Jamie a pistol, and confidentially in-

as a matter to be thought over, and
concerning which an opinion should

formed him that, "If he ever came
there again, he would kill him as dead

the inhabitants of the quarry, there
were none to hinder Jamie, or in-

as a crow ! " and that meant " Sandy
Fergusson," and "the box," and "the

terfere.with him. No ground landlord
would trouble him about the terms of ,
building lease; no surveyor wout,

bye.

kirk-yard hole."
A great desire to rival the banker
in wealth now seized poor Jamie; and
while the money was growing underground, he bethought him of what he
could do in this way above ground.
" Ye ken," said he to his friends the
rabbits, "he has a great, big hoose

rabbit community could be taken as

"Hurrah !" in their own way to this
The elder members looked as

elders should do, grave and sedate, and
apparently taking the whole thing in

not be lightly given.

But, amongst

bother him about plans and drains.
There was no architect required to furnish plans, no builder to make a
with-taking the contract
cheap, intending to work out his profit
in the extras. No, poor Jamie haa
contract

this advantage, at least; he had not

1"
HE'S

Io

GONE YONDER."

Drawing-room,

an army of workmen and contractors

banker's-every bit.

ready to scamp the job, and leave him

dining-parlour, kitchen, bedroom, were
indeed all in one; but then even this

a house which in a few years would
tumble about his ears.
Jamie Dunlop never tarried long

had an advantage, for folk had not to
go about so much all over the house,

and the building of the house was no

here and there and everywhere, for
what they wanted-if they wanted to

exception to the rule. There were
plenty of loose stones around, and

cook, they could just do it there ; or to
sleep, they were in the bedroom; or to

there were a few young fir trees growsaw-with that, and his two hands, he

be the lady or gentleman, why, they
need not go a step out of their waythey were in the drawing-room; or if

And

it were meal time, in the parlour there

when he had an enterprise in hand,

ing near.

All Jamie wanted was a

could build what he planned.

as to furnishing it, was there not the
heather around? were there not the

and then.
The stones were plentiful, and from

the

them Jamie could pick out what suited

contents of his own little room at
home? which he meditated transfer-

his purpose, and the turf filled in all

ring thither, as soon as the mansion was

apace, and at length was ready for

ready.

being roofed in.

wild flowers?

were there not

the crevices ; so that the mansion grew
The heather was

And so, Jamie Dunlop began to

abundant, and Jamie was clever enough

build, and steadily wrought at his work
day by day. And gradually the edifice began to rise. At least it was an

with his fingers in some things; so he
soon roofed in his mansion according

" edifice " in Jamie's eyes, though we
probably should have called it only a
hut. The fact of its being all his own

the top kept everything in its place. It
was, in Jamie Dunlop's eyes, a fit

gave the hut an importance in the
boy's eyes, which it otherwise could
never have had. The principle which

self a rich man, with house and money
-the house built, and the money

makes "every

crow think her own

young one the blackest" made Jamie
think his shanty as good as tho

to his own ideas; and a few stones on

habitation for a king; and he felt him-

growing ; and no landlord to come and
trouble him for rent.
But Jamie, when he desired riches,
ihat cares they brin
did nt kno

"HE'S GONE YONDER."

with them; and that, sometimes, they
are able to cloud the whole aspect of
life. No doubt, riches, if properly
used, can greatly brighten life-both
our own, and other people's-and our
own, chiefly when we use them for
others; but this view of possessions

II

story is read in the history of most
around us. Possessions bring with
them cares -the meanness and smallness of these possessions will not keep
care altogether from us. They are
ours, and therein consists the care.
And the more they are multiplied, the

Jamie had not; as, indeed, how and
when was he likely to get it ?

more the care increases, so that the old
proverb is true--" Many cattle, many

With the siller and the house came
the cares of this world upon poor

cares."

Jamie- Dunlop.

Until now, he may

Jamie Dunlop knew that, for years
no one had been seen in the old quarry,

Jamie had no money to lose;

and none save that old fox had visited
it. He, like Alexander Selkirk of old,

so, even if he had met a highwayman, it

had been "monarch of all he sur-

would not have troubled him.

be said not to have known what care
was.

Jamie

veyed," but now a number of torturing

had no house to be entered, and
plundered, or to be burned down, or

thoughts rose in the boy's brain, and
they were indeed serious troubles to

to be wet through the roof; so, he was

him; as serious as a law-suit about an

free from household cares, and worries,

estate would be to many.

of every kind.

people coming to the quarry began to
cross his mind by day, and to haunt
him in his sleep by night. Now, he

True, there was the old

cottage in which they lived, but that
was Jamie's mother's, and it was her

Visions of

But things were

would see someone coming down the
rough zig-zag path, and peering all
round; and then, it would be hundreds

now altogether and very sadly altered;

and thousands of people, the folk from

and Jamie began to look anxious and
careworn. The cares of this world

all the country round, and many

part to look after it; and she had
always done so, and it was no care to
the half-witted boy.

were, indeed, on him; as great to him
in the matter of that shanty and the
two pounds' worth of silver, as if he had
had a palse iid an Aiet

Te
same

strangers, whose faces he did not know
at all. At times, he saw the banker
poking about with his stick, and hitting it on the ground, and looking
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wild flowers here and there, to try and
get back the money again, which he
knew was buried somewhere there.

But with all had come only misery and

But, worst of all, he saw Sandy Fer-

used to do in old times, nor did the

gusson,

there.

young ones kick up their hind legs with

Sandy had come not so much for his,

the peculiar jollity which used for-

as for him.

It had always been a

merly to characterise their frisks; and

favourite thought of Jamie's that,

to one old buck, blind of one eye,

whenever Sandy wanted him, he had a

Jamie spoke sharply and suspiciously as

safe and sure hiding-place in that old

he saw him, as he thought, poking

quarry. Jamiehoped he might never die.

about and nibbling too frequently in

He wished to keep living on for ever and
ever. When the banker had died, and

the one spot-the very one where his

the man at the Post-office, and the

matter with the wild flowers? they

woman at the turnpike, and even when
his own mother was gone, Jamie hoped

were not so bright.

to live on; and if he must die, why, at

word, all life was changed to the half.

any rate he hoped it would be after

witted lad.

"the

black

mon,"

distress.

The very rabbits, he thought,

did not hold their ears erect as they

treasure was buried. What could be the
More clouds, too,

seemed to come over the sun-in a

that black mon, Sandy Fergusson, had
been shut up in a box, and put in the

element of distress.

pitty-hole himself, so that he should

now feared death much more than he

not get him.

had ever done before.

It had always been

Jamie's intention, if die he must, to go

And then, again, there was another
Jamie Dunlop
Formerly his

What

only fear of it arose from Sandy
Fergusson and that "black mon's"

would become of him, of course, he

doings; but now, he was tortured with

could not tell; but Sandy should not
have him, anyhow-that was the great

the idea of losing so much wealth.
Life was now worth living for. Hie

point.

had a house and goods, all his own; if

to the quarry, and die there.

The charmed life of the quarry was

he died, he must leave them, and who

Jamie Dunlop had all

would get them ?-anybhow, they would

now broken.

he desired-a house, and what was

be lost to him.

wealth to him; great hopes also in the
future, for was not his money growing ?

continual torment to the poor half-~
witted lad; and many a time hg

The thought was a

"
HE'S GONE YONDER."

13

moodily and gloomily paced round and ing brought a blessing; and Henry
round his little domain, and sat in his Dundas became a minister in due
little shanty thinking, "What

will time.

become of all these, and whose shall

Jamie's

mother knew the widow

The cares of the

Dundas, and so did Jamie too, for

world were upon poor Jamie Dunlop,

the good woman often came to their

these things be ?"

house; and the boy often heard the
and heavy he found them to be.
Things had continued thus sadly two women talking over the minister.
with Jamie for some time, when an But of the minister himself Jamie
which materially

knew very little-all he knew or

changed the current of the poor boy's

thought he knew, was that, if he

event

happened,

were like their own minister, he must
There lived at Dunfern a widow in know a great many hard words; and
very poor circumstances, like Jamie's must be altogether too great a man to
mother. But this good woman was have much to do with the like of him.
life.

happy in one particular; she had a

Jamie Dunlop might, perhaps, have

son a minister; and therein she was not taken much notice of the announcean object of envy to many of her ment that, the minister was about to
Here in England

return home, had it not been for the

ministers are seldom, if ever, the sons

way in which that announcement was
made. It was with many tears. The

neighbours around.

of very poor people;

their parents

could not afford to give them the
necessary education.

But in Scotland

it is different; and many most valuable
ministers are the children of parents
with very small means.

The young

men live hard, and work hard; and so
are able to get the education they
require.
The widow Dundas had worked

widow Dundas came one evening to
Jamie's mother, and, with much weeping, told her that, a letter had come
saying that, the doctors had done their
best for her son-that they could do
no more; and that the only chance
that now remained for him was to
return to his native air, and spend his
days wandering upon the hills, and by

the sides of the streams, and lakes; and
worked hard to help himself; and in reading and writing but little, and
this case, as in most others, hard work- preaching never. They were kind,
hard to help her boy, and he had

"HE'S GONE YONDER."

good men who wrote to the widow
Dundas; they told her with what

"Eh, puir laddie," said Jamie to
himself, "Sandy Fergusson, that black

sorrow the congregation parted with

mon, will get him-eh, but he'll be

their

making another box and putting him

minister - how

they

would

appoint

a substitute, and keep the in it-puir body, he'll be digging a
church open for him for a year; and hole for him in the .kirk-yard, and
how every month Mrs. Dundas would putting him in; and he, with all those
find at the bank a sum of money

good things to eat, which the folk are

which would cover all their dear

paying for"-and Sandy was more ill-

minister's expenses.

savoured than ever in the nostrils of

He was to have

this, and that; and they sent recipes

Jamie Dunlop.

how these good things were to be
made; and there was the money to

day he startled that worthy functionary, by certain unearthly sounds which

buy everything with; and one of the

he

doctors said he hoped to be able to

gloaming, when by the light of a single

come himself by-and-bye, to see how

candle Sandy was at his usual work in
the shanty, which answered as a car-

the minister was getting on.

made.

Indeed, the very next

For, waiting until the

All this Jamie heard, as the poor

penter's shop, Jamie crept up to the

mother of the minister repeated it to

back of the place, and with an owl-like

his mother, motherly pride and sorrow

kind of hoot, shrieked out some horrible

mingling together--the one that her

sounds, which,

boy was made so much of, the other

words which the poor lad uttered,
said thus, "Ye'll no get the puir

that he was so ill.

For her mother's

heart had caught the alarm, and this
might be a sickness even unto death.

when put into the

minister, ye black mon."
Until the minister came, the time

This last idea Jamie unfortunately

passed wearily with Jamie, as it does

He heard Mrs. Dundas

home to die," and from that moment

with all of us who are awaiting something in which we take a lively
interest; but it was not altogether idly

Jamie'took a deep interest in the sick

spent.

minister, which he probably would not
have done under any other circum-

thinking, thinking, thinking how he
could deliver the puir laddie-the

stances.

minister, from the fangs of Sandy.

caught up.

say, "I doot but my bairn is coming

The half-witted boy

kept

"HE'S GONE YONDER."'

lIe revolved
mind.

many projects in his

He even thought whether it

would not do the work effectually, and

" black mon," should he happen to be
about.
"Eh, but he's a purty man," said

be also for the general good, if he were Jamie Dunlop to himself as he
to put an end to the black mon him-. sauntered home, "and weel spoken
self, which he could easily do by too.

I understood every word," said

creeping behind him when he was at

the boy-" he's no' going' to die here

work with his single candle, and giving

-folk

him a crack on the head with an axe.
But it was merely a passing evil

keep clear o' Sandy Fergusson; and

don't die easy here, if only they

I'll show him where to bide where

thought; Jamie was far too tender- Sandy would no' find him out, if he
hearted to shed a drop of blood; he looked for him until the eyes dropped
must hit upon some other jlan; but
whatever it might be, get possession of

out of his ugly head.

the puir minister Sandy Fergusson

place some day soon, no doot, and I'll
make bold to ask him all the things I

should not.

Aweel," said

Jamie, "and he'll come to our poor

At last, the coach which passed daily want to know. I want to know," said
through Dunfern brought the sick the poor boy to himself, "why that
minister to his mother's house.

He

old rabbit Tom drops one ear.

I want

was accompanied by one of the elders to know where the wild flowers go to
of the church, and by his wife, who in the winter time. I want to know
had come to deliver him safe into his if the angels are shaking feather-beds
mother's keeping. Tall and slight, when it snows, as I once heard an old
with bright brown clustering hair, with woman say. I want to know how
a clear-cut face, white, save for a much money the banker has, and how
bright red spot on each high cheek- much mine will be when I dig it up.
bone, the sick minister won Jamie I want to know why Sandy Fergusson
Dunlop's heart. Jamie knew when he came into the world, and where he'll
was coming, and stood on the outskirts
of the little crowd which always
gathered round the coach.

go when he goes out of it; and who'll
dig the pitty-hole for him, and put him

It may be in.

I want to know where the sun

he could do him some little service; goes when it gets behind the mountain,
anyhow, he could keep an eye on the and how I can get to some place where

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"HE'S GONE YONDER."

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the sun won't go and hide himself, as quiries gave him enough to think
the sun does there. I want to know about; and diverted his mind from the
where the place is where the wild others, which could do him no good.
flowers don't fade, and where I can
Many ups and downs had Henry
get the honey without the bees stinging Dundas after his arrival at Dunfernme; and where I can get the wild some days he had to spend in bed-at
roses without the thorns pricking me, times he was just up for the evening;
and where the birds sing always-and

but there were days when he seemed

where there will not be any fox to come
and disturb the rabbits, and where

to renew his strength, and, stick in

Sandy Fergusson can never come.
The minister will tell me all," said
Jamie to himself; "I heard tell he's

And, as the summer lengthened,

hand, wandered far from the village.
these good days increased; and, at last,
carrying what the Scotch call "a

full of learning-folk say that he's piece " with him, that is, his dinner,
learned so much his head is like a book, he wandered, on an old pony which a
nothing but reading inside-maybe, neighbour lent him, far from home.
now," said Jamie, " 'twas learning that But all this while the minister's cheek
made those two red spots on his cheek- kept too red, not with mountain colour,
bones, and made his eyes so bright; if and his eyes too bright for any real
so, learning is a fine thing, for they recovery. Still, he was cheery, and
were very purty to look at."
bright, and enjoyed everything, as a
As to the questions which the poor good man ought to do, who knows that
lad kept thinking over-addling him- he has to do with a good God.
self, as many a wiser man addles himThus wandering along one day
self, and will addle himself, to the end Henry Dundas approached the quarry
of time, they were so many, and some where Jamie had built his house. The
of them, though about simple things, boy was at the moment on the top of
yet of such a nature, that the poor
minister would in all probability have
a lively time of it, if he had to enter

it tugging hard at a piece of fir tree

with Jamie upon them all. Happily
for him, he had not to do so; the
answer to one or two of Jamie's in-

the cliff.

which was needed down below, and
which he was about to precipitate over
At the first appearance of
any human being in the vicinity of his
house, Jamie Dunlop was much dis-

"HE'S GONE YONDER."

turbed, and immediately a thousand

where ye can come and rest as long as

thoughts began to crowd his mind--

ye like-and there's somebody wanting

was it the banker come to get back his
money ? or had Sandy Fergusson found

ye a long time, and wearying for ye to
tell him all he wants to know; and

For

now ye've come at last-eh! but the
rabbits will be glad to see you."

him out, and come for himself?

Jamie Dunlop's mansion in the quarry
was intended to answer a twofold
purpose-it was not only a rival to the
banker's house, but it was a fortress,
in which he felt secure from Sandy,
and all his evil ways.

But a few

The minister was much perplexed at
all this; but leaving the pony to nibble
the grass on the quarry top, he followed
Jamie without any distrust to the
bottom of the quarry itself; and then,

moments revealed who it was; and to his astonishment, found the shanty
then Jamie's delight was equal to his -a wonderfully tidy, firmly-built little
previous consternation.
"Eh, but 'tis the minister himself,"

tenement, considering the circumstances
under which it had been raised.

body, and he's

" Ye ken," said Jamie, "that this

welcome "-indeed, the good man was
more than welcome; his coming was

hoose was all finished until ye comebut noo I'm making it larger for you

said Jamie, "puir

hailed with delight, for now was a and for me, for I ken weel that Sandy
grand chance; Jamie would show him Fergusson is watching ye, and ye'll be
his way down the zig-zag into the
quarry--a path which no one knew but
himself, and over which he carefully
allowed briar and thicket to grow

safe here from that dark mon."
"But

I'm not afraid of Sandy

Fergusson," said the minister.
"Do

ye no' ken what he does ?"

sufficiently to hide it, yet not so much

asked the boy, in horror.

but that there was foot space here and

ken that he puts the folk in boxes, and

there-and he would invite him into

down in dark holes in the ground?

"Do ye no'

his mansion; and once he had him But he'll no catch ye, if ye live here
there, he would find out from him all safe with me."
the things he wanted to know. "Eh,
mon," said Jamie Dunlop, running up

A smile spread itself over the
minister's face, which was utterly in-

to the minister, "you're weel come;

explicable to Jamie; who was expecting

there's a hoose below in yon quarry

at least a look of horror.

"HE'S GONE YONDER."

"He'll put the earth over ye," said

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" Will ye no' tell me all aboot it ?"

Jamie; " and ye'll never come out ony

said Jamie.

more."

looks, ye knoo semething that makes

Still the minister was not horrorstricken,
more.

but rather smiled a little

"I

ken by the way ye

ye no' fear Sandy, or that pitty-hole."
"Yes,

my boy, I do," said the

minister; " I'm not afraid of Sandy,

"Perhaps ye ken a way oot," said I'm not afraid of the grave, or the
Jamie. "Eh?" said the boy, chuckling kirk-yard; so far from being afraid of
at the idea of doing Sandy in any way, them, I look upon them all as my
and getting away even after being friends; and I think of them very
fairly in his grasp; "but if ye'll tell often, for I have what sweetens them,
me the way oot I'll give ye all the siller and makes them bright."
"What kind o' sugar hae ye got,
"But there's no silver to give," said mon ?" said Jamie, looking wistfully
at his visitor, "and would ye gie a
the minister.
"Eh, mon ! 'Uis growing. I'll show pinch to a pair body like me; and if I
in the quarry."

ye where it is," and the boy took the put it into the box would it make it
minister to the little bed just outside pleasant? and if I put it down the
the hut; and, turning up the ground, pitty-hole would it make it sweet and
hooked out a threepenny-piece.

He bright ?"

looked at it carefully for a moment,
and said, rather mournfully, "The
roots are no' striking yet, but they soon

"You shall have some of the sugar,
Jamie, as you call it.

I don't know

whether it will, or can, do you as much

There's plenty more down where good as it does me; but you will have
this one was, and ye shall hae a' if to try very hard to understand, and to
ye'll tell me how to get out o' Sandy's listen very attentively, and perhaps
will.

hole."
The minister soon took in the fact

very often, if it is to do you good."
"All day, all night," said the boy

that the poor boy had planted his eagerly ; "Sabbath, Monday, Tuesday,
money, however much it might be, Saturday," for Jamie, according to his
expecting it to grow; and the smile
could not but come again on his face,

custom, did not mind leaving out a bit
of the middle, whenever he could cn)me

which only perplexed Jamie the more.

thus more quickly to the end.

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"HE'S GONE YONDER."

"Well, Jamie, what makes me not I the 'when' for me, knows the ' when'
afraid of Sandy or the kirk-yard is that is best."
"And will ye take yer clothes, and
that, I'm not going to die the way you
think about death, and the way many a' the things ye brought with ye on the
people talk of dying--I'm only going coach ? And who'll carry them ?
yonder," and the minister pointed up- Maybe ye'll want some one, and I'll go ;
ward, and in the direction of Jamie's I can carry an awfu' deal," said the lad.
" Well, Jamie, I'm not going to take
favourite sunsets. The boy knew the
bearings of all places around well anything with me."
enough, and he knew that the minister
was now pointing in the direction of

"Ye'll get yer death of cold, mon,"
said Jamie.

" Will ye no put on your

that (to him) region of all mystery and Sabbath suit ?" asked the boy.
"Well, Jamie, even if I wanted to
glory. The minister's finger was
pointed too much upward to mean any take the Sabbath suit, I should have
place in the quarry.

nothing to put it on; for I'm going to

" Eh, mon! but yon's a beautiful leave my body behind. These cheeks,"
place, I'm sure, though I'm afeered of said the minister, putting his hands on
the water, and never went to see what
it is like ; but the sun is always purtiest

his face, " and these fingers," said he,
spreading

out his thin transparent

when 'tis there-red, green, gold, and hands, " and all the body, from head to
all so quiet-there must be a heap of foot."
light over there; but I can't get to it

"And what's ' going yonder' ?"

because of the water; and the mountain

asked Jamie Dunlop, in astonishment.
"Ah, that is hard for you to under-

hides it all, once the sun gets behind."

" Yes, the place I'm going to is a stand, my poor boy," said the minister,
beautiful one, and you can come some " but it is my real self-the real Henry
day soon, if you like; not the very day Dundas who lives inside this body.
you choose yourself, but the day when When you go to bed at night you take
the King of the land, where it is all off your clothes ; and when I go yonder
bright, sends for you. But even at the I shall not want my body, so I shall
At any rate, it just put it off."
" And Sandy will put it in the box
must be soon for me, and I don't wish
it otherwise. The One who has settled and the hole," said the boy, ruefully.

longest, it will be soon.

"HE'S GONE YONDER."

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"Yes, Sandy can lay the bones and you may know, my poor boy that, you
whatever flesh is left, in the grave; but are only going yonder; and all fear of
Sandy will not lay me. I shall have death and the grave may be taken
'gone yonder,' and no one knows that away from you."
better than Sandy himself.

Sandy

knows I should not like to take yonder

Jamie's eyes were intently fixed on
the minister while he said this; and

with me a poor, weak, sickly body, like

there was a strange look upon his
this; and so, when I have done with it, countenance, as though he were
he will take it and lay it in the ground ; attempting to work out some great
but as to me, my real self, I shall be problem in his mind, but could not
away."
gather up the threads of thought at
"And will ye no' take nothing with all, or interweave them into any conye ?" asked the boy.
"I've sent everything on before,"
said the minister.
" Eh, by the coach ?"

nected whole.

Now and again, he
looked as though he had caught up
something, and his face brightened up ;
and then in a moment his face would

"Nay, Jamie, the coach does not run look dark, and distressed; for the fitful
there, or take anything there; but you gleam of light which had shot athwart
can send a deal there for all that.

All his soul had passed away.

At last,

that we give here to the King of that the boy came to a conclusion with a
place, we shall find before us there, and suddenness which somewhat startled
a great deal more too-Jamie, Jamie," the minister.
said the minister, shaking his head
somewhat sadly; for he was in despair
as to ever making him entirely understand-" you cannot make out how all
this is, and indeed, I only know a part

"Aweel! aweel! " cried Jamie,
seizing the good man by both hands,
"Jamie Dunlop's a' for goin' yonder;
he's a' for sending on all his goods.
Look here, mon," said Jamie, as he

seized a piece of pointed stick, the
enough to do as I am doing, and just same with which he had dibbled in
to think that, when you die you are not his money to grow, and began to throw
about it myself; but you may know

being put an end to, as you think.
You are not going to be shut up for

up the soil in his money garden;
" here's muckle siller, a' to go yonder;

ever in the grave by Sandy, as you fear;

and this hoose, eh I " said Jamie, "but

"HE'S GONE YONDER."

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how will we send this-'tis awfu' big,

his very countenance began to change.

d'ye see, mon! we'll want the hoose,

He had lived all his life long under

and it must go yonder too."

terrible bondage to the fear of death;
and Sandy Fergusson, as the visible

" Jamie, Jamie," said the minister,
" where I'm going, we shall not want
either silver, or house, like what we
have here; but when we give silver,
or house, or anything here, to others,
for the sake of the King of that place,

and incarnate embodiment of it, was
his daily dread.
But now, the simple lad, although
his views upon the subject were of
course clouded, still knew enough to

He gives us more and better than it
all, yonder there."

feel that, he need not live in a state

"Weel, mon, weel,ye ken all aboot
it," said Jamie. " I'll no fash [trouble]

in the matter of death was not gloomy

mysel' wi' thinkin' on it; we'll both
go; I'll put up all my things, and be
ready whenever ye say 'tis time. And

Jamie that he himself was going soon,

will we be long on the road ?" asked
the boy, looking into the minister's
face.
"'Tis a short journey, Jamie; we
only close our eyes here: and lo! we
shall be there. But come to me any
evenings you like after sunset, for the
doctors won't let me out after then;
and I'll tell you all I know about the
place yonder, and the way to it, and
all about it; mind, my boy, as far as
I know; for the wisest amongst us
knows but little; but, blessed be God,
that little is full of comfort."

ofperpetual terror; and that, the future,
but bright.

The minister had assured

and the boy saw no gloom over his
countenance; but on the other hand
he was always bright, and happy, when
he talked of going.

Jamie had heard
from him that there was One who took
care of all folk on the road who asked
Him to do so.

He was a "Shepherd-

like Man," and he looked upon all the
folk as sheep to be taken care of; and
even the journey itself was nothing.
The fear of death had passed from
Jamie Dunlop.
And with the fear of death passed
the fear of " that black mon," Sandy
Fergusson.

Indeed, Jamie began to
take a different view of him altogether.

From that day out, Jamie Dunlop

The thought took possession of his

began to lead what might be called a

mind that, it was a kindness in Sandy

new kind of life altogethcr.

to take car, of~folk's e:othesnow that

Even

"HE'S GONE YONDER."

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they wanted them no more ; and that
he was not that enemy to mankind

Sandy Fergusson, mon ! I'm come to

which he had imagined him before to

mon ! ye may dig pitty-holes all over

be. True, the holes which Sandy dug

the kirk-yard, if ye like; I'll no think
ony the worse o' ye for that; and ye

were still as dark as they were before;
but when Sandy put his body there,

say I'm afeered of ye no more.

Eh,

and

may make as many boxes as ye like!
I'm glad ye take so much care o' the

Sandy's clothes were black at the

puir folk's clothes when they don't

funerals as usual, but, for the matter

want them ony more, Sandy, mon.

he himself would be " yonder;"

of that, so they were on Sabbath at

I'm awa' '
yonder' afore long, and the
the kirk; and Jamie now took the .minister's awa' too; but 'tis only
view that Sandy came in them, simply

'yonder '--we're no goin' to fash our-

because they were his best.

selves about the journey, but just goin'

So great was the change wrought in

to leave it all to a Shepherd-like Mon

the boy's mind that, he determined one
day, in the fulness of his happiness,

who kens all aboot the way, and takes
folk along without siller, or bawbees,

to go and shake "that black mon" by
the hand. He had a kind of feeling

or onything of ony kind. Shake
hands, mon," said Jamie; " but I ken

that having hated him so long, because
he had misunderstood him, he now

ye're a fine mon, and I'm no afeered

owed him something in the way of
amends. Accordingly, Jamie, after

carpenter could get in a word, or

peering at him for some time through
the familiar crack, to which he used a

violently shaken hands with, and the
lad had disappeared.

little while ago be drawn now and

o' ye noo ;" and before the astonished
indeed recover himself at all, he was

"Puir

laddie,"

said the

good-

again by a horrible fascination, went

natured carpenter; "he was always

round to the entrance of the shed, and

afraid of me; but whatever has come

greeted the carpenter with a loud

over him, I'm glad we're to be friends

salutation.

from this time out."

It was Jamie Dunlop's custom to
run on very fast, until he ran himself

The change as regards Jamie's ideas
about Sandy, and Sandy's work, was

quite out; and he did not depart from

indeed marvellous.

it on the present occasion.

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To the amaze-

ment of the latter, he saw himr

at a

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funeral that very week; indeed, he

from starving had he needed it, but

might be said to have been officiating

Jamie found a friend in the minister's
son.

at it, for he kept gently pulling a little
lad's jacket every now and again, and

Henry Dundas had grown to love

"lHe's gone

the poor boy, and he could not bear

yonder, only yonder, only yonder,"

the idea of his living by himself, away

Jamie would keep saying.

in the quarry, where he told him he

whispering in his ear.

"He's nae
Poor

was going; so the minister took him

A

to his own home, and had a bed made

good father, and a good man, was being

up for him in a loft, where the boy

laid in the grave by Sandy that day;
minister's comfort, good as it was,

was as well off as he had been at
home. And Jamie repaid him in
such small ways as he could, garnish-

were the simple words of the half-

ing his room with wild flowers which

witted boy, telling the little heart-

no one could get but himself, carrying

broken mourner that, the one he loved

a coat and stool for him when he went

was " only yonder."

out; and rendering many useful little
offices, which, though small in them-

doon there, he's only yonder."
little lad, he needed a comforter.

and beyond all minister's address, or

Little did Jamie Dunlop think, as
he comforted this little lad that, he
would have to comfort himself in the
same way ere long.

selves, were comforts to a sick and
feeble man.

The poor boy's

So time passed on; and the summer

mother was found dead in her bed

wore away, and the minister was now

one morning.

She had been ailing

out less and less.

But Jamie was

that she had much the matter with

with him much; and, for him, had
deserted to a great extent the old

her; but her illness took a bad turn,

quarry.

and she was quickly carried off.

banker never restored to her her cottage

gently in repair; and the silver he
gathered all together again, and hid

and bit of land during life, and now

in a hole in the stones until he could

the opportunity was gone; she was

send it on.

for a few days, but no one thought

The

But the house he kept dili-

are

Many were the talks which Jame

Perhaps, he might

and the minister had-of how beauti-

have done something to keep her son

ful was the place yonder-and how it

where cottages, and
wanted no more.

gardens,

"HE'S GONE YONDER."

was only

"yonder,"

and how the

are bound for heaven, aren't we,
Shepherd-man was always ready, as lassie ?"
with them.

"Ay, grandfather, and perhaps we'll
be there soon," said the child, who in

And now, the time was fast drawing
near for the minister to start. He

truth, young as she was, was wearied
sore with the privations of life.

gradually gave up his chair for the

the bed; and always was Jamie at

"Come along, mon," said Jamie,
seizing him by the hand ; " come along,
lassie; there will be light enough;
the moon will be up soon, and I'll gie

hand to do what little services he

ye something.

soon as the right moment came, to go

sofa, which the good elders had sent
down for him; and then the sofa for

could, and to hear what he could; and
always with a lingering kind of hope
that, when the minister went yonder,
he might go at the selfsame time.
The Shepherd-man might take two as
well as one; and who knew ? perhaps
He would.
There was only the great question
of the house, and the silver, to be
settled; and Jamie was ready to

I'll show ye where to
sleep to-night," and Jamie started for
the quarry with his new friends. It was
weary walking, for the two travellers
were footsore enough, but they all
reached the quarry at last; and to the
old man's astonishment, he found in
this secluded spot a comfortable enough
hut for shelter, and plenty of dry
heather, and fern, for a bed.
"Sleep here," said Jamie; "I'll

an old man and a young child, both of

gie it all to ye-the quarry and the
hoose, and the rabbits, and a lot o'
siller;" and the boy showed the old
man the hiding-place of his store.
"Take it all yonder, all yonder, all

them in rags.

yonder."

start.
Jamie Dunlop was deeply meditating
on this subject one evening outside the
minister's door, when there came by
"D'ye knoo onything

o' the place yonder ?" asked the boy,
pointing upward, and somewhat onward
in the direction where the sun was
gloriously setting.
" Ay, indeed," said the old man;
"we're going there, Jenny and I; we

And before the old man
could inquire into this strange speech
the boy was up the quarry, and away
back to his watch by the minister.
Jamie's last earthly care was gone.
Somehow or other the poor old man,
and his little grandchild, who them-

" HE'S GONE YONDER."

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"'Sleep here,' said Jamie; ' I'll gie it all to ye.' "--Page 26.

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"HE'S GONE YONDER."

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selves were going "yonder " also, would
thither take the silver and the house.
But Jamie was not destined to return

The minister said to Jamie one
morning, " Jamie, lad, I feel as though
I shall not be here to-night ; you know,

as quickly as he came. His foot slipped

laddie ?"

as he sprang over a piece of rock, and
he fell helpless, with a broken ankle,

up and away.

to the ground.

" Yes, yes," said the boy, pointing
"Yonder."

There he had to lie
the livelong night; and not till the
morning was he found by the old man

my mother will care for you for His

and the child, as they were making

sake until then."

their way back from the quarry. Jamie
could give them no information about
himself; he was now, from pain and
exposure, in high fever; his mind
was wandering; he kept on saying,
"Good

Shepherd-mon, come quick

and take me yonder."

So they made

"And, laddie, you'll wait until the
good Shepherd comes for you; and

"She'll

no'

greet," said Jamie,

" when we're gone; she knows we're
only yonder i"
And it came to pass as the minister
said. The foreshadowing of death
which he had upon him was a true
one: he just slept that evening a quiet

village, and help was soon sent for the

sleep from which he awoke no more.
He lay in the light of the setting sun

poor lad.

with a golden hue on his face, his

the best of their way back to the

They put him in his little bed in

hands crossed upon his breast, and a

the loft, but there was no keeping him

smile on his lip.

there; he kept so continually crying

As Jamie

said when he looked

out for the minister, and to know

upon him, "The Shepherd-mon said

whether the

"Shepherd-mon

had

something pretty to him when He

come for him yet," that, at last, they

called him; for the minister looked

were obliged to bring him down, and
lay him in the corner where he could

so pleased."

see him.

minister away; but Jamie was quite

He was quiet from that out,
and though often writhing in pain,
made no noise.

Sandy Fergusson came, and bore the
willing.
"Ye've no' got him, Sandy, ye've

But a few days had passed, and the

only got his clothes that he's a-done

Shepherd-mon came for both of them.

with; he's away wi' the Shepherd.

"HE'S GONE YONDER."'

mon; and, Sandy, I'm just waiting to
hear Him speak, to be up and away

must be something that made him

And put my clothes, mon, where
ye put his; we're both for the same
place yonder, and what belonged to

"I'm ready," was all that came
from his lips, as he opened his eyes,

us may be in the same place here."
"And so it shall be," said Sandy,

something apparently close at hand-

too.

shaking his old enemy by the hand.

happy.

and fixed them upon somebody or
and eye and lip closed for ever here.
" He's gone

yonder,"

said

the

"And, maybe, by-and-bye ye'll come

minister's mother; and she lifted the

yersel'," said the boy, nodding to him;
"ye need hae no fear-the Shepherd-

sheet, and reverently covered the face

mon will take good care o' ye."

of the dead.
And those words, so familiar in that

Jamie had not many days of loneli-

humble house, tarried there in all

ness in the cottage of the minister's

their power; for in truth, when rightly

mother; and, indeed, if they had been
many days which he had to tarry, they

understood

would not have seemed many to him,
for he just lay quietly on his little bed,

dead.

saying little, and in a half-dreamy

with her own son, and then returned

state. Jamie had nothing on his mind
-- he was simply waiting to go.

to her lonely house; but with these

and believed, they are

words for the living as well as for the
The widow laid Jamie in the grave

words and that thought ever with her.
With them she met the condolences

And when the time came for departing, the way of going was full of

of her sympathising neighbours, who

light, as well as peace. Jamie Dunlop

at times told her how hard they

awoke from a long sleep, which the
minister's mother, and the two or

thought her lot to be.

three neighbours who surrounded him,
thought would have no awaking at all.

against God; but that bad lesson she

Many of them

would have taught her to murmur
would never learn.

He had often muttered in it what those

The departure of her son did but

standing round could not understand;

draw her nearer and bind her closer

and more than one smile had crossed

to the other life; and all she had

his face, by which they thought that

heard from, and seen in, him, made

whatever he was thinking about, it, her think less of the dividing powers

GONE YONDER."

3so

3IHE'S

and the terrors of death.

For a long

should find the One whom Jamiecalled

time she had seen him living, as it

the " Shepherd-mon " ready, and that
she herself should be ready too.

were, in two worlds; and he had
taught her that death was but a step;
and that it cannot divide, as men say
it does, those who are one in the hope
of the life eternal.
Calmly and quietly she went about
her day's work ; and at times allowed
her mind to gather itself in from all
outward persons and things, to commune with the dead. And thus she
waited, leaving in other hands the
time when she should be sent for;
knowing that when her time came she

Death would be to her, only what it
had been to her minister son and the
half-witted lad, "a

going yonder."

The wise and the simple had the one
land before them, and the one Shepherd
to lead them there.

With His rod
and His staff will He lead us through
the vale, and His whisper concerning
any who have left us in His faith and
fear and love, is full of peace :-" .ie's
gone yonder."

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