The Little Minister Page #4

or you wouldn't?

I've said nothing.

Oh. Well, I wouldn't

want to tell you

If you didn't

want to hear.

They say you're against

the weavers

Fighting the soldiers

when they come.

I'm against fighting.

Even when they're

in the right?

Fighting and bloodshed

won't help them.

Here's the mill.

Hello!

They're not here, but

they left the horn.

It's our way of

calling each other.

They'll be

looking for me.

Oh!

Mmf.

Oh. Ha.

Um...

Give it a blow

so they'll find me.

Can't you

blow it yourself?

If it's your way of

calling each other.

Aye, sir, but, um,

i'm fair out of breath

From taking

such long strides.

It's hard for a lassie

to keep up with a man.

Uh...

There.

Oh, now, now that was

barely a toot.

I don't suppose

you could blow it

A wee bit louder?

Oh, it takes

a strong man

To blow a lusty blast.

I am a strong man.

Aye, sir.

They must've

heard that.

Again!

No, that must suffice.

Of course,

if you're tired.

Tired?

Thank you.

That was grand.

What's that?

That's them.

Good-Bye and thank you.

Hurry, joe talley. Hurry,

we'll be needing you.

Oh, doctor. You'll be

proud of me this night.

If you're wise,

wearyworld,

You'll go home

and go to your bed.

Hey, hey, hey,

mccollum.

Hey, mrs. Macintosh.

Throw all your weapons.

It's my duty to arrest

any man with a weapon.

Go home

and go to bed.

North roaders,

We'll find your families

Gathered at the brae.

What's happening?

The soldiers are coming.

...in the cemetery.

The south roaders will march

From the tame to cushing.

And mind you,

Let no man tell the name of

Any who took part

in the last riots.

Remember, you're all

dumb critters,

And none know who tied

the policeman to the cart.

Andrew struthers.

Rob dow.

Snecky hobart.

Hendry munn.

Tammas whammond,

And all of you

who are auld licht,

Lay down your weapons.

Let me have

my fling this night,

And I promise youI'll bide

sober for a twelvemonth.

Oh, rob.

Rob.

Are you the man

i prayed with an hour ago?

Aye.

Down with

your weapons,

OrI'll brain you

with them.

Aye, lay them down.

But keep your feet on them.

If you fight,

your wives and children

May be shot in the streets.

These soldiers have come

for a dozen of you.

Will you be benefited

if they take away 100?

Aye! Hearken to him!

There's a gypsy.

Aye.

She'll tell us.

If I were a man, I wouldn't

let myself be catched

Like a mouse

in a trap.

How dare you, woman.

What kind of women

are you,

That bid your menfolk go to jail,

When a bold front would

lead them to safety?

Do you want to be

husbandless and homeless?

Disperse, I command you.

This abandoned woman

is inciting a riot.

Dinna heed

this little man.

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