IN THE HIGHLANDS 73 



because I was dressed in the kilt, mistook me for a 

 Cliiiiaman, and called me le petit CJimois. What a lot 

 of good that trip did me, and how it opened my eyes ! 

 If my dear mother had not had me thoroughly taught 

 French in Gairloch I should not have benefited by it 

 half so much. 



That summer also we visited the first great Exhibition 

 in London. How well I remember seeing the Duke of 

 Wellington and other celebrities ! I thought more of 

 the Duke than of any of the others, because my dear 

 old uncle, the General (Fighting Jack), had fought and 

 done such great deeds under him in Spain. 



