256 Four-in-Hand in Britain, 



" Weel, man, no sae bad. Pheseek for the body an 

 pheseek for the soul. Castor oil and Bibles no sae bad." 



Harry and I laughed. 



" Have you the revised edition here yet ? " I inquired. 



" Na, na, the auld thing here. Nane of yer new- 

 fangled editions of the Scripture for us. But I hear 

 they've shortened the Lord's Prayer. Noo, that's na a 

 bad thing for them as hae to get up early in the morn- 

 in's." 



He was an original, and we left his shop smiling at 

 his way of putting things. Scotland is the land of odd 

 characters. 



Sanquhar, July 18. 



We are off for old Cumnock, the entire village appar- 

 ently out to see the start. Sanquhar on the moors does 

 not seem to have many attractions, but last evening we 

 had one of our pleasantest walks. There is a fine deep 

 glen hid away between the hills, with a torrent rushing 

 through it, over which bridges have been thrown. We 

 were tempted to go far up the glen. The long gloam- 

 ing faded away into darkness and we had a weird stroll 

 home. It was after ten o'clock when we reached the 

 hotel. This may be taken as a specimen of our even- 

 ings ; there is always the long walk in the gloaming 

 after dinner, which may be noted as one of the rare 

 pleasures of the day. 



Our luncheon to-day could not be excelled, and in 



