Two humble but honest and devout Cameronians were in
the habit of leaving their native village, and travelling to Glasgow, a
distance of more than twenty miles, for the purpose of attending a
church, and hearing a minister of their own persuasion. In the evening
they travelled back half way; but were obliged to rest in a moorland cot
until the succeeding morning would fit them for their journey. On one
occasion being more than usually fatigued, one of them, awaking about
the middle of the night, thus addressed his friend:
"John, I’ll tell you ae thing and that’s no twa, if
thae kirk folk get to heaven at last, they’ll get there a hantle easier
than we do."
