These were some of the thoughts by which I consoled myself as I
posted on my way southwards, avoiding the towns and villages,
and falling into the cross ways that led from each of the great
roads passing east and west to another. I lodged the first night in
the house of a country weaver, into which I stepped at a late hour,
quite overcome with hunger and fatigue, having travelled not less
than thirty miles from my late home. The man received me
ungraciously, telling me of a gentleman's house at no great
distance, and of an inn a little farther away; but I said I delighted
more in the society of a man like him than that of any gentleman
of the land, for my concerns were with the poor of this world, it
being easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for
a rich man to enter into the kingdom of heaven.
The weaver's wife, who sat with a child on her knee, and had not
hitherto opened her mouth, hearing me speak in that serious and
religious style, stirred up the fire with her one hand; then,
drawing a chair near it, she said: "Come awa, honest lad, in by
here; sin' it be sae that you belang to Him wha gies us a' that we
hae, it is but right that you should share a part.
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