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it flourished？ Musing on these melancholy events； noon found him engaged in the mountain passes； by which he was to return to his still distant home。
Confident in his knowledge of the country； the clergyman had left the main road； to seek one of those shorter paths； which are only used by pedestrians； or by men； like the minister； mounted on the small； but sure…footed； hardy； and sagacious horses of the country。 The place which he now traversed was in itself gloomy and desolate； and tradition had added to it the terror of superstition； by affirming it was haunted by an evil spirit； termed CLOGHT…DEARGthat is； Redmantlewho at all times； but especially at noon and at midnight； traversed the glen； in enmity both to man and the inferior creation； did such evil as her power was permitted to extend to； and afflicted with ghastly terrors those whom she had not license otherwise to hurt。
The minister of Glenorquhy had set his face in opposition to many of these superstitions； which he justly thought were derived from the dark ages of Popery； perhaps even from those of paganism； and unfit to be entertained or believed by the Christians of an enlightened age。 Some of his more attached parishioners considered him as too rash in opposing the ancient faith of their fathers； and though they honoured the moral intrepidity of their pastor； they could not avoid entertaining and expressing fears that he would one day fall a victim to his temerity； and be torn to pieces in the glen of the Cloght…dearg； or some of those other haunted wilds； which he appeared rather to have a pride and pleasure in traversing alone； on the days and hours when the wicked spirits were supposed to have especial power over man and beast。
These legends came across the mind of the clergyman； and； solitary as he was； a melancholy smile shaded his cheek； as he thought of the inconsistency of human nature； and reflected how many brave men； whom the yell of the pibroch would have sent headlong against fixed bayonets； as the wild bull rushes on his enemy； might have yet feared to encounter those visionary terrors； which he himself； a man of peace； and in ordinary perils no way remarkable for the firmness of his nerves； was now risking without hesitation。
As he looked around the scene of desolation； he could not but acknowledge； in his own mind； that it was not ill chosen for the haunt of those spirits； which are said to delight in solitude and desolation。 The glen was so steep and narrow that there was but just room for the meridian sun to dart a few scattered rays upon the gloomy and precarious stream which stole through its recesses； for the most part in silence； but occasionally murmuring sullenly against the rocks and large stones which seemed determined to bar its further progress。 In winter； or in the rainy season； this small stream was a foaming torrent of the most formidable magnitude； and it was at such periods that it had torn open and laid bare the broad…faced and huge fragments of rock which； at the season of which we speak； hid its course from the eye； and seemed disposed totally to interrupt its course。 〃Undoubtedly；〃 thought the clergyman； 〃this mountain rivulet； suddenly swelled by a waterspout or thunderstorm； has often been the cause of those accidents which； happening in the glen called by her name； have been ascribed to the agency of the Cloght… dearg。〃
Just as this idea crossed his mind； he heard a female voice exclaim； in a wild and thrilling accent； 〃Michael Tyrie！ Michael Tyrie！〃 He looked round in astonishment； and not without some fear。 It seemed for an instant； as if the evil being； whose existence he had disowned； was about to appear for the punishment of his incredulity。 This alarm did not hold him more than an instant； nor did it prevent his replying in a firm voice； 〃Who calls？ and where are you？〃
〃One who journeys in wretchedness； between life and death；〃 answered the voice； and the speaker； a tall female； appeared from among the fragments of rocks which had concealed her from view。
As she approached more closely； her mantle of bright tartan； in which the red colour much predominated； her stature； the long stride with which she advanced； and the writhen features and wild eyes which were visible from under her curch； would have made her no inadequate representative of the spirit which gave name to the valley。 But Mr。 Tyrie instantly knew her as the Woman of the Tree； the widow of MacTavish Mhor； the now childless mother of Hamish Bean。 I am not sure whether the minister would not have endured the visitation of the Cloght…dearg herself； rather than the shock of Elspat's presence； considering her crime and her misery。 He drew up his horse instinctively； and stood endeavouring to collect his ideas； while a few paces brought her up to his horse's head。
〃Michael Tyrie；〃 said she； 〃the foolish women of the Clachan ＇The village； literally； the stones。＇ hold thee as a godbe one to me； and say that my son lives。 Say this； and I too will be of thy worship； I will bend my knees on the seventh day in thy house of worship； and thy God shall be my God。〃
〃Unhappy woman；〃 replied the clergyman； 〃man forms not pactions with his Maker as with a creature of clay like himself。 Thinkest thou to chaffer with Him； who formed the earth； and spread out the heavens； or that thou canst offer aught of homage or devotion that can be worth acceptance in his eyes？ He hath asked obedience； not sacrifice； patience under the trials with which He afflicts us； instead of vain bribes； such as man offers to his changeful brother of clay； that he may be moved from his purpose。〃
〃Be silent； priest！〃 answered the desperate woman； 〃speak not to me the words of thy white book。 Elspat's kindred were of those who crossed themselves and knelt when the sacring bell was rung； and she knows that atonement can be made on the altar for deeds done in the field。 Elspat had once flocks and herds； goats upon the cliffs； and cattle in the strath。 She wore gold around her neck and on her hairthick twists； as those worn by the heroes of old。 All these would she have resigned to the priestall these； and if he wished for the ornaments of a gentle lady； or the sporran of a high chief； though they had been great as Macallum Mhor himself； MacTavish Mhor would have procured them； if Elspat had promised them。 Elspat is now poor； and has nothing to give。 But the Black Abbot of Inchaffray would have bidden her scourge her shoulders； and macerate her feet by pilgrimage； and he would have granted his pardon to her when he saw that her blood had flowed； and that her flesh had been torn。 These were the priests who had indeed power even with the most powerful； they threatened the great men of the earth with the word of their mouth； the sentence of their book； the blaze of their torch； the sound of their sacring bell。 The mighty bent to their will； and unloosed at the word of the priests those whom they had bound in their wrath； and set at liberty； unharmed； him whom they had sentenced to death； and for whose blood they had thirsted。 These were a powerful race； and might well ask the poor to kneel； since their power could humble the proud。 But you！against whom are