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justified us in feeling that this had proved a great ad- 

 vantage, for we saw more of Scotland than we should 

 have done otherwise. 



Our luncheon to-day was a novel one in some re- 

 spects. No inn was to be reached upon the moors, and 

 feed for the horses had to be taken with us from Cum- 

 nock ; but we found the prettiest little wimpling burn, 

 across which a passage was made by throwing in big 

 stones, for the shady dell was upon the far side. The 

 horses were unhitched and allowed to nibble the way- 

 side grass beside our big coach, which loomed up on the 

 moor as if it were double its true size. 



The thistle and the harebell begin to deck our grassy 

 tables at noon, and fine fields of peas and beans scent 

 the air. All is Scotch ; and oh, that bracing breeze, 

 which cools deliciously the sun's bright rays, confirms 

 us in the opinion that no weather is like Scotch weath-er, 

 when it is good ; when it is not I have no doubt the 

 same opinion is equally correct, but we have no means 

 of judging. Scotland smiles upon her guests,, and we 

 love her with true devotion in return. *' What do you 

 think of Scotland noo?" came often to-day; but words 

 cannot express what we do think of her. In the lan- 

 guage of one of our young ladies, " She is just lovely !" 



The question came up to-day at luncheon, would one 

 ever tire of this gypsy life? and it was unanimously 

 voted never! At least no one could venture to name a 

 time when he would be ready to return to the prosy rou- 



