The Black Dwarf. 3 1 7 



more than ever disposed to see anything but the 

 finger of heaven in the whole business. 



" On reaching Peebles by train," Mr. Robertson 

 says, "it being removal time, two of the principal 

 hotels were just getting their furniture into the house. 

 We called at one of them and hired a machine to take 

 us to Manor. We saw the grave and the rowan tree, 

 and took a small branch of it with us. We visited the 

 Black Dwarf's house. The door to his own end of 

 the house was low, just sufficient to admit himself; 

 that for his sister, who occupied the other end of the 

 house, was higher and suitable to her size. We had 

 a walk through the Dwarfs garden. We were told 

 that it was kept as near as they could in the way 

 that he had left it. A house had been added to the 

 end of the Dwarf's house, which detracts much from 

 its originality. After a few turns [of dredging] among 

 the ponds we returned to Peebles. 



" When we left the hotel in the forenoon, we made 

 no inquiry about beds, and when we returned we 

 found that they had not a bed put up for any one to 

 lie on. This was the time of rod-fishing, and all avail- 

 able places were full of lovers of the gentle craft. We 

 hunted up and down, and could find no place where 

 we could be accommodated. We were beginning to 

 despair, fearing that we would have to pass the night 

 in the open air, or apply at the police office for a 

 night's shelter. At last we were directed to another 

 hotel, ' The Cross Keys/ at the entrance to the 

 town, where the mail-coaches used to put up. We 

 were glad to hear of any hope, and made haste to 

 the place. We were answered by a young woman, 



