"The very next Sabbath morning he stood straight up in the pulpit and pulled at his cuffs as if he was peeling for a "fecht" -- and so he was."
"The struggle for souls had always been what his father would have called 'a sair fecht ', and the fecht had become a lot sairer in the past thirty years."
"As our old nurses would have said, ` a sair fecht '."