Sunset Song Page #3

I'd be the fool of Kinraddie

driving a thing like that.

If Kinraddie's laughter can make

as big a fool of you as nature has,

it'll be a miracle.

Don't worry, lad. I'll do the driving.

The Lord's my shepherd

I'll not want

He lays me down to lie

In pastures green, he leadeth me

To quiet waters by

He leadeth me

He leadeth me

To quiet waters by

Is there work?

Aye, maybe.

Let's see the work you have in you first.

Aye.

Fine, that.

I'll take you on for a day or so

if the weather holds.

Chris?

Go up to the house and see to the supper...

no idling, mind.

I won't have him in the kitchen.

He's full of lice.

He can have a shake-down in the barn.

You know, I'd have you eat in the house,

if it hadn't have been for Father.

I'm as little anxious for his company

as he is for mine.

Oh, that's such a sore waste...

of hot blood like yours.

A sore...

waste.

They'd started burning the whins

up Drumtochty way.

Then it was time for the threshing dinner.

And the whole of Kinraddie came.

Ay, Chris.

Be careful, it's hot.

Losh, man, she's fair the expert getting,

the daughter.

The kitchen's more her style

than the college, eh?

Education... most of it's a coarse thing.

Learning!

Just teaches your children

a lot of damned nonsense

that puts them above themselves

and they'd give you their lip

soon as look at you.

Damn it, man,

you're clear wrong to think that.

Education's the thing if a working man

wants to put him up level with the rich.

I thought a bit of balance in the bank

would do that.

The more education, the more sense.

Less kirks and ministers.

Well, well, we'll hear nothing coarse

of religion.

Well, Munro, we'll turn to

the mentally afflicted in general,

not just in particular.

How is that foreman of yours getting on?

Still keeping up his shorthand?

Hello, Chris. How have you gotten on?

Fine. How have you?

God, my back would feel a damned sight

easier if I'd spent the day in my bed.

Eh, Tavendale?

This is Ewan Tavendale, Chris.

The wind's up and a fine frost.

I'm away to do the milking.

Hello.

Is Will about?

No.

Drumlithie, I think.

I was hoping I could see him,

in case he should leave us sudden, like.

Leave?

Who said Will was leaving?

I heard he was off trying for a job

in Aberdeen.

Will you tell him I called?

Well, ta-ta.

Ta-ta.

I'm off to Aberdeen today.

The old fool thinks

he can frighten me still.

Chris...

Lord, I wish you could come as well.

What? Up to Aberdeen?

I'd like it fine but I can't.

Hurry and dress,

else you'll miss your train.

Are you having a sleep before you set out?

All right. I'll soon be down.

Well?

Will I do?

You look fair brave.

Oh, hell.

Why did she leave us?

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