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and the old man went off, walking away with a 

 " Good morning, and thank you, sir." He was 

 one of the world's business men, who do not stop 

 to praise the goods, the bargain once struck. It 

 had been a pleasant little transaction, with a touch 

 of the unusual about it. Wayside scenes like 

 this, when we get just a little underneath the 

 surface, lend colour to life, add something of 

 human interest. The collar fasteners were useful, 

 even if severely plain, and perhaps had a certain 

 young, immaculately-dressed, brother officer, when 

 reporting at an officers' course, only worn one of 

 them, he might have escaped the greeting he got 

 from a superior : " Good morning, young man, 

 haven't you forgotten something ? " Looking 

 himself up and down, the Tudor-cum-Plantagenet 

 one replied, " No, sir, I don't think so," only to 

 be overwhelmed with, " Haven't you forgotten 

 your ear-rings, young man ? " 



Good trout fishing is to be had in a loch, 

 Clearburn, about three miles from Tushielaw. 

 The use of a boat is not allowed in this loch. 

 When on its banks, at certain spots, you have to 

 be careful of the going because of the soft peat. 

 Andrew Lang has paid a memorable tribute to 

 Clearburn and its quagmires. 



Tushielaw is only three miles from Ettrick, 

 where the Ettrick Shepherd was born and where 

 his remains are buried. In the Fly Fishers' Club 

 in London is a reel, underneath which is this 

 inscription: "This fishing reel formerly belonged 

 to James Hogg, the ' Ettrick Shepherd.' Pre- 



