He said he wes up for a walk an' juist dropped in, the wratch.' "Some drove from Muirtown, giving out that they were English tourists, speaking with a fine East Coast accent, and were rebuked by Lachlan Campbell for breaking the Sabbath.

Your men put up their trap at the last farm in Netheraird--which always has grudged Drumtochty its ministers and borne their removal with resignation--and came up in pairs, who pretended they did not know one another.
"Jamie was hearing the Professor's last lecture on Justification, and our people asked him to take charge of the strangers.

He found out the town from their hats, and escorted them to the boundaries of the parish, assisting their confidences till one of your men--I think it was the Provost--admitted that it had taken them all their time to follow the sermon.
"'A 'm astonished at ye,' said Jamie, for the Netheraird man let it out; 'yon wes a sermon for young fouk, juist milk, ye ken, tae the ordinar' discoorses.

Surely,' as if the thought had just struck him, 'ye werena thinkin' o' callin' Maister Cunningham tae Muirtown.
"'Edinboorgh, noo; that micht dae gin the feck o' the members be professors, but Muirtown wud be clean havers.

There's times when the Drumtochty fouk themsels canna understand the cratur, he 's that deep.
As for Muirtown'-- here Jamie allowed himself a brief rest of enjoyment; 'but ye've hed a fine drive, tae say naethin' o' the traivel.'" Then, having begun, Carmichael retailed so many of Jamie's most wicked sayings, and so exalted the Glen as a place "where you can go up one side and down the other with your dogs, and every second man you meet will give you something to remember," that the city dignitary doubted afterwards to his wife "whether this young man was.