The Sabbath rest filled the sweet air, breathed from the shady woods,
rested upon the checkered fields, and lifted with the hymn to the blue
heaven above. A stately cathedral it was, this place of worship, filled
with the incense of flowers and fields, arched by the high dome of
heaven, and lighted by the glory of the setting sun.
Relieved by the walk for a time from the ache in his head, Cameron
surrendered himself to the mysterious influences of the place and
the hour. He let his eyes wander over the fields below him to the far
horizon, and beyond--beyond the woods, beyond the intervening leagues
of land and sea--and was again gazing upon the sunlit loveliness of the
Cuagh Oir. The Glen was abrim with golden light this summer evening,
the purple was on the hills and the little loch gleamed sapphire at the
bottom.
The preacher was reading his text.
"Unto one he gave five talents, to another two, to another one, to every
man according to his several ability, and straightway took his journey,"
and so on to the end of that marvellously wise tale, wise with the
wisdom of God, confirmed by the wisdom of human experience.
The Reverend Harper Freeman's voice could hardly, even by courtesy, be
called musical; in fact, it was harsh and strident; but this evening
the hills, and the trees, and the wide open spaces, Nature's mighty
modulator, subdued the harshness, so that the voice rolled up to the
people clear, full, and sonorous.
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