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ever she had. seen the Gipsy Queen, and if she 

 was a good crack. " Ow aye, nionie a time. 

 She's nae greet seycht ta see, but she'll tell ye a 

 lot o' nonsense 'ta begin wi\ an spae yer fortune 

 by yer hanV Just -then a butcher came up 

 with his cart and gave me the chance of a ride 

 (13 miles) canny man, so off we went, and on the 

 ' way passed the Yeavering Bell, and the Field of 

 Floddeii, fatal Modden. At last I arrived at 

 Ford and had a few days', fishing, but nothing to 

 crack on. Left my kind friends arid Ford in- 

 tending to come by R-othbury, but on coming to 

 Millfield the fit came on me to cross the Cheviots, 

 so oif I started ; crossed the Glen Water, up the 

 College Burn, and over the " ruggit " track by 

 Henshole, and tis it was fine and clear I enjoyed, 

 a scene of wild and sublime grandeur that neither 

 .] o^t s pen nor painter's pencil can describe. 

 >- ur^ly if there is a foretaste of Heaven it is on 

 Cheviot oil a clear summer's day.. After, gazing 

 my fill on this mountain paradise I struck over to 

 Usway Ford. AYelconie, a hearty welcome, from 

 uvery - oiu kind souls the Andersons, both old 

 ami young. On Saturday, I was up in good time 

 i nd pullud a fine lot of noops or cloud berries, 

 then down to the house, and after many kindly 

 invitation* to come back, and have a few days 

 hunting, I took the road, and over by B ami 

 Burn; stripped, and had a good labber in the 

 Coquet, when I was as fresh as a lavrock, and 

 footed it ovur tho fells to bonnie Heedwater 

 again. 





