i8 ANGLING & ART IN SCOTLAND 



repast consisting of jugs of creamlike milk ; mar- 

 vellous scones and butter ; the most delicious of 

 blackcurrant jam ! 



Of course the brutes never thought of bringing 

 back any of the good things for the two unfortunates 

 left behind. They even had the cheek to blackguard 

 us as poor-spirited creatures, because we did not 

 appear to join eagerly enough in the exuberance 

 of their enthusiasm — like the man who returns 

 from his club, having spent a convivial time with 

 some boon companions, and upbraids his wife for 

 her selfishness in shutting herself up in a dark 

 room with a sick headache ! 



We now recrossed the Dee to the Dairy or east 

 bank, and took a long slant up the hillside in a 

 south-easterly direction, making for a certain farm 

 called the Mid Garrary, four or five miles away, 

 at which we hoped to find some track to lead us 

 towards our destination. John and I nearly col- 

 lapsed before arriving at that farm. Only lavish 

 promises of milk and scones could urge us on. 

 But we did get there, and we did get the milk 

 and scones, with blackcurrant jam into the bargain ; 

 and the envoys took in provisions for the second 

 time, and never turned a hair. 



