COL. ANSTRUTHER THOMSON 9 



" Mrs. Gillespie and Tom do not think it even 

 necessary to send for a doctor, but I doubt he will 

 not be able to move by the steam-boat on Saturday, 

 and I think it better that you should come here, as 

 he will be better in the carriage than a gig to- 

 morrow. 



" He is now asleep, and by the time that you 

 reach this I have no doubt but that he will be quite 

 well. 



" This house is full of ladies — Mrs. Bruce, Mrs. 

 Maitland, Norah Loch and Susan Gillespie — so that 

 you see John's hurt is not of consequence. 



" Ever my dearest, 



"Yours J. A. T. 



" KiLMANY, Half-past Twelve, Wednesday. 



" Since writing this I have found him laughing 

 and eating grapes, so dont come, but send the 

 carriage to-night to take him home to-morrow morn- 

 ing, as it is best not to trust to the gig in case of 

 rain." 



Next summer my uncle posted down from Rich- 

 mond Park to Buxton, accompanied with " Granny 

 Loch " and Mary, her grand-niece, and myself I 

 sat at the back of the carriage on the " dickey " with 

 the footman, who wore top-boots, and was very fat 

 and marked with smallpox. His name was George 

 Baldwin. 



My father, mother and sisters met us at Buxton, 

 having driven all the way from Charleton with a uni- 

 corn team. Two of the horses were named " Sam- 



