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Chapter 16
Earlyinmynextday’sjourneyIovertookalittle,stout,solemnman,walkingveryslowlywithhistoesturnedout,sometimesreadinginabookandsometimesmarkingtheplacewithhisfinger,anddresseddecentlyandplainlyinsomethingofaclericalstyle.
ThisIfoundtobeanothercatechist,butofadifferentorderfromtheblindmanofMull:beingindeedoneofthosesentoutbytheEdinburghSocietyforPropagatingChristianKnowledge,toevangelisethemoresavageplacesoftheHighlands.HisnamewasHenderland;hespokewiththebroadsouth-countrytongue,whichIwasbeginningtowearyforthesoundof;andbesidescommoncountryship,wesoonfoundwehadamoreparticularbondofinterest.Formygoodfriend,theministerofEssendean,hadtranslatedintotheGaelicinhisby-timeanumberofhymnsandpiousbookswhichHenderlandusedinhiswork,andheldingreatesteem.Indeed,itwasoneofthesehewascarryingandreadingwhenwemet.
Wefellincompanyatonce,ourwayslyingtogetherasfarastoKingairloch.Aswewent,hestoppedandspokewithallthewayfarersandworkersthatwemetorpassed;andthoughofcourseIcouldnottellwhattheydiscoursedabout,yetIjudgedMr.Henderlandmustbewelllikedinthecountryside,forIobservedmanyofthemtobringouttheirmullsandshareapinchofsnuffwithhim.
