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glass of old whiskey toddy, the best I ever tasted, we cared not a rush on 

 our road home for all the kittle places in Scotland. 



Knocked about the world as I have been, there are few nations of 

 whom I have not seen a specimen, but never until this day did [ have 

 my legs under the same table with a Norwegian — still less with a dis- 

 ting'uished officer of the Norwegian navy. This was Captain Leslie, of 

 that service, related twofold to our host; first, by kindred blood, and, 

 secondly, by having married his sister. Fortunately for me, this was 

 one of his triennial visits to Dunlugas; and I say fortunately, because 

 I should otherwise have missed the opportunity of seeing what I consi- 

 dered to be a fine specimen of any nation — a kind hearted, honest 

 sailor, uniting the characteristic traits of his profession, with the easy 

 deportment of the gentleman. From his intercourse with Great Britain, 

 he is sufficiently conversant in our language, and, barring a trifling pecu- 

 liarity of accent, might readily be mistaken for a native of it. But what 

 can he say of us Britons, I marvel, when he returns to Norway, after 

 having confessed to me, as he did confess, that he drank more wine and 

 grog during a six months' visit to Scotland, than he drank in his own 

 cold country in the period three years? What ! why that the Scotch 

 squires are a devilish jolly set of fellows, and his own dead slow. The 

 captain, however, has rare stowage for a big drink, being a good speci- 

 men of his country's race, with very much of a John Bullish appearance. 

 It will presently be seen, however, that his bodily capaciousness was put 

 to the test. 



Friday, 26. — A good hunting day. Drew two or three covers blank, 

 and then found in a fine gorse, the hounds slipping away from the lower 

 end of it, at the devil's own pace, giving Joe a start by himself. His 



