I left Huntly with the defiance for Keith - which I reached
- this was also an exceeding pleasant ride, but it like some of the others
already spoken of, was a silent one - not so the one yesterday. I got a splendid tee-
total meeting on the
coach, and an attentive audience. They
were most kind to me at Keith, but they couldn't get up a meeting for me - I
did not insist as I was anxious to proceed.
I accordingly took the mail to Fochabers, where was most kindly treated
by a Mr. Gordon, a Taylor. The Country
is still more beautiful here - nothing that I have seen comes nearly up to it -
the Duke of Richmonds seat sets off the entrance to Fochabers, in a truly grand
stile. The village is lovely beyond
anything I have as yet witnessed, it is a square with an excellent church and
steeple in the midst - the roads that lead out of the village by the north are
if possible the most enchanting than those in the south - here stands the
Bridge of Spey, but as yet I have not examined that superstructure, and
consequently can say nothing particular about it. The Parish Minister, and Schoolmaster here
are both favourable to the cause but as yet are not members - I lectured nearly
3 hours in the evening to between three and four hundred of an audience in the
Society hall which was kindly granted me by the schoolmaster, who is teaching
in it at present, his own school undergoing some repair. The audience was attentive in general -
however I was disturbed much by a publican of the name of Fraser, and a few of
the Duke of Gordon's servants who I understand had got some drink with them -
At the end only one man, he was deaf and dumb - signed the Pledge. I had a conversation with this young man
before the meeting - He was born he informs me at a place called Auld-earn - is
a shoemaker to trade and has been only a few weeks here. Mr. Gordon and his wife are Roman Catholics,
but I never met in with kinder folks in all my life.
Typed by Betty Kay 11th May 1996, from Dan Marshall`s
notes of the original journal.
Permission to reprint granted by Morris Kay, 25 June, 2012.
©2014, copyright Alana Farrell
I left Huntly with the defiance for Keith - which I reached
- this was also an exceeding pleasant ride, but it like some of the others
already spoken of, was a silent one - not so the one yesterday. I got a splendid tee-
No comments:
Post a Comment