The moment that
Robin saw them, he kenned, by their movements, that they were
craws o' some ither warld than this; so he signed himself, and
crap into the middle o' his bourock. The corbie craws came a' an'
sat down round about him, an' they poukit their black sooty
wings, an' spread them out to the breeze to cool; and Robin heard
ae corbie speaking, an' another answering him; and the tane said
to the tither: "Where will the ravens find a prey the night?" "On
the lean crazy souls o' Auchtermuchty," quo the tither. "I fear
they will be o'er weel wrappit up in the warm flannens o' faith, an
clouted wi' the dirty duds o' repentance, for us to mak a meal o',"
quo the first. "Whaten vile sounds are these that I hear coming
bumming up the hill?" "Oh, these are the hymns and praises o' the
auld wives and creeshy louns o' Auchtermuchty, wha are gaun
crooning their way to Heaven; an', gin it warna for the shame o'
being beat, we might let our great enemy tak them. For sic a prize
as he will hae! Heaven, forsooth! What shall we think o' Heaven,
if it is to be filled wi' vermin like thae, amang whom there is mair
poverty and pollution than I can name.
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