Call and Response
"I've a strange heaviness in my arms, Mac. Can't seem to row at all. Something's wrong. I need to get back to Mae and the baby."
"We'll turn her around, Angus. We can do the rowing. Should be back by the afternoon if the waves hold constant."
He saw Mae sitting by the window, the baby in her arms, as he rushed into the house.
"What's wrong, Mae? The baby's so still."
"Oh, Angy Mal, our Donald died this morning. He had a fierce fever while you were gone. He fought hard, poor wee one. I was praying you'd come."
"I had to come back, I couldn't row, Mae, had a heaviness in my arms. What can I do?"
"Best to make a casket to bury our baby in. Paint it white, pure soul that he was."
Angus carried the casket in his arms for the funeral. "Mae, this is the heaviness I felt in my arms in the boat, the very same."