A FLIGHT TO ST. KILDA
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he had been there; while on each of the
four days before and after the Communion, he had
preached three times. “How many attended the services?”
I asked. “Every man, woman and child on the island.”
“Did you preach in English at all?” “Yes; once to the
children, being the only time English had ever been
preached there.”
I made my way next to the Cemetery,
which displayed a luxuriant crop of Nettles,
surrounded by a rough stone dike, with two or three
small tombstones standing among them. I called, too, on
the oldest man on the island, Norman Gillies by name, 78
years of age, but he could only say in English God
bless you! without understanding a single word we
said to him. As I walked along, I was
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