"…I remember Mr. Fowlds when he was getting on in his seventies and thought
himself still a youngster. I see him now, as I last saw him, in his ninetieth
year. He had been at the Synod. On his way home he favoured me with a visit.
"It wisna my turn, it was Wyllieland's, but he canna put on his ain claes.
I'm thirty years aulder and I can put on mine!"…
The Rev. William Orr was a man greatly beloved….He set out on his last
pastoral visitation to the Fenwick Moors at seven in the morning. Beginning
at Hareshawmill, he wended his way from house to house, up to Graigendunton,
down by Blackbyres, and reached the schoolhouse at Waterside well after a
round of the clock…Once a year Mr. Orr had the use of the schoolroom at
Waterside. There he catechised young and old…Those who failed to appear at
the schoolhouse were asked to meet in the session house. There Mr. Hugh
Calderwood, of High Blackbyre, a man well up in years, arrived one evening,
little dreaming what was in store for him. With the minister beside him at
Hareshaw tea table, Hugh recalled his grievance on that occasion.
"I went awa' doon to the session house. There wis naebody there but me, and
Mr. Orr speired me every question, frae beginnin' tae end!"
"Oh, not them all, Hugh ! not them all!"
"Ye did so! Ye did so!"…"