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finding more broken shells than I can gather. There 

 are numerous rolled white pebbles. Within a bowshot 

 I could have filled a cart with them. And every one 

 now in the burn was once in the boulder clay. I 

 traced up the burn until it ended in a marsh, at the 

 foot of a gently rising eminence. I reached the south 

 end of Loch Scister, and then passed homewards. 



" I hope to make four other journeys to different parts 

 of the county ; but I do not intend to weary you with 

 such long palavers," 



