8 REMINISCENCES OF 



One Sunday afternoon we were bathing in the 

 water trough at the cowhouse when a party of ladies 

 and gentlemen from London appeared. We had no 

 time to get our clothes, so we scrambled on to the top 

 of the park wall and hid among the ivy. 



In our first summer holidays we and our cousin, 

 George Loch, went from London to Leith in the 

 'lourist. She was one of the first steamers that 

 sailed from these ports. She was quite small, and 

 as it was very rough, I was very sick. 



At Leith we were put into an Aberdeen steamer, 

 and from it transferred into a small boat which landed 

 us on the rocks at Elie, and we walked up to Charle- 

 ton with George Loch and James Venables, my 

 father's butler. 



About this time percussion guns came to be in 

 general use, and my father gave George Loch one. 

 He himself always shot with a flint gun. During 

 the holidays we went out hunting with Stewart's 

 Harriers to hunt roedeer at Cruivie, near Kilmany. 

 A young horse of Stewart's kicked me on the shin, 

 and my father wrote an account of the accident to 

 my mother. 



" MY DEAREST CLEM, 



" A horse has kicked John on the leg. It 

 is merely a bruise, but painful. Mrs. Gillespie and 

 Tom Loch have bathed the leg in warm water and 

 are going to put leeches on it and then a poultice. 

 It is now only about an hour since it happened, and 

 he desires me to say to you that he has now no pain. 



