CHAPTER XXVII

YEAR 1786

FROM the day of my settlement, I had resolved, in order to win the

affections of my people, and to promote unison among the heritors, to be

of as little expense to the parish as possible; but by this time the

manse had fallen into a sore state of decay—the doors were wormed on the

hinges—the casements of the windows chattered all the winter, like the

teeth of a person perishing with cold, so that we had no comfort in the

house; by which, at the urgent instigations of Mrs. Balwhidder, I was

obligated to represent our situation to the session. I would rather,

having so much saved money in the bank, paid the needful repairs myself,

than have done this, but she said it would be a rank injustice to our own

family; and her father, Mr. Kibbock, who was very long-headed, with more

than a common man’s portion of understanding, pointed out to me, that, as

my life was but in my lip, it would be a wrong thing towards whomsoever

was ordained to be my successor, to use the heritors to the custom of the

minister paying for the reparations of the manse, as it might happen he

might not be so well able to afford it as me. So in a manner, by their

persuasion, and the constraint of the justice of the case, I made a

report of the infirmities both of doors and windows, as well as of the

rotten state of the floors, which were constantly in want of cobbling.

Over and above all, I told them of the sarking of the roof, which was as

frush as a puddock-stool; insomuch, that in every blast some of the pins

lost their grip, and the slates came hurling off.

The heritors were accordingly convened, and, after some deliberation,

they proposed that the house should be seen to, and whitewashed and

painted; and I thought this might do, for I saw they were terrified at

the expense of a thorough repair; but when I went home and repeated to

Mrs. Balwhidder what had been said at the meeting, and my thankfulness at

getting the heritors’ consent to do so much, she was excessively angry,

and told me, that all the painting and whitewashing in the world would

avail nothing, for that the house was as a sepulchre full of rottenness;

and she sent for Mr. Kibbock, her father, to confer with him on the way

of getting the matter put to rights.

Mr. Kibbock came, and hearing of what had passed, pondered for some time,

and then said, “All was very right! the minister (meaning me) has just to

get tradesmen to look at the house, and write out their opinion of what

it needs. There will be plaster to mend; so, before painting, he will

get a plasterer. There will be a slater wanted; he has just to get a

slater’s estimate, and a wright’s, and so forth, and when all is done, he

will lay them before the session and the heritors, who, no doubt, will

direct the reparations to go forward.”

[Picture: The Roadman]

This was very pawkie, counselling, of Mr. Kibbock, and I did not see

through it at the time, but did as he recommended, and took all the

different estimates, when they came in, to the session. The elders

commended my prudence exceedingly for so doing, before going to work; and

one of them asked me what the amount of the whole would be, but I had not

cast it up. Some of the heritors thought that a hundred pounds would be

sufficient for the outlay; but judge of our consternation, when, in

counting up all the sums of the different estimates together, we found

them well on towards a thousand pounds. “Better big a new house at once,

than do this!” cried all the elders, by which I then perceived the

draughtiness of Mr. Kibbock’s advice. Accordingly, another meeting of

the heritors was summoned, and after a great deal of controversy, it was

agreed that a new manse should be erected; and, shortly after, we

contracted with Thomas Trowel, the mason to build one for six hundred

pounds, with all the requisite appurtenances, by which a clear gain was

saved to the parish, by the foresight of Mr. Kibbock, to the amount of

nearly four hundred pounds. But the heritors did not mean to have

allowed the sort of repair that his plan comprehended. He was, however,

a far forecasting man; the like of him for natural parts not being in our

country side; and nobody could get the whip-hand of him, either in a

bargain or an improvement, when he once was sensible of the advantage.

He was, indeed, a blessing to the shire, both by his example as a farmer,

and by his sound and discreet advice in the contentions of his

neighbours, being a man, as was a saying among the commonality, “wiser

than the law and the fifteen Lords of Edinburgh.”

The building of the new manse occasioned a heavy cess on the heritors,

which made them overly ready to pick holes in the coats of me and the

elders; so that, out of my forbearance and delicacy in time past, grew a

lordliness on their part, that was an ill return for the years that I had

endured no little inconveniency for their sake. It was not in my heart

or principles to harm the hair of a dog; but when I discerned the

austerity with which they were disposed to treat their minister, I

bethought me that, for the preservation of what was due to the

establishment and the upholding of the decent administration of religion,

I ought to set my face against the sordid intolerance by which they were

actuated. This notion I weighed well before divulging it to any person;

but when I had assured myself as to the rectitude thereof, I rode over

one day to Mr. Kibbock’s, and broke my mind to him about claiming out of

the teinds an augmentation of my stipend, not because I needed it, but in

case, after me, some bare and hungry gorbie of the Lord should be sent

upon the parish, in no such condition to plea with the heritors as I was.

Mr. Kibbock highly approved of my intent; and by his help, after much

tribulation, I got an augmentation both in glebe and income; and to mark

my reason for what I did, I took upon me to keep and clothe the wives and

orphans of the parish, who lost their breadwinners in the American war.

But for all that, the heritors spoke of me as an avaricious Jew, and made

the hard-won fruits of Mrs. Balwhidder’s great thrift and good management

a matter of reproach against me. Few of them would come to the church,

but stayed away, to the detriment of their own souls hereafter, in order,

as they thought, to punish me; so that, in the course of this year, there

was a visible decay of the sense of religion among the better orders of

the parish, and, as will be seen in the sequel, their evil example

infected the minds of many of the rising generation.

It was in this year that Mr. Cayenne bought the mailing of the Wheatrigs,

but did not begin to build his house till the following spring; for being

ill to please with a plan, he fell out with the builders, and on one

occasion got into such a passion with Mr. Trowel, the mason, that he

struck him a blow on the face, for which he was obligated to make

atonement. It was thought the matter would have been carried before the

Lords; but, by the mediation of Mr. Kibbock, with my helping hand, a

reconciliation was brought about, Mr. Cayenne indemnifying the mason with

a sum of money to say no more anent it; after which, he employed him to

build his house, a thing that no man could have thought possible, who

reflected on the enmity between them.

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