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threshing wheat, barley and oats is over, I am per- 

 suaded, in this country. A quadrangle of slate-roofed 

 cow-sheds, for housing horses and cattle, will displace 

 the old-fashioned barns, each with its rood of roof. 

 This I saw on crossing the Tweed was quite new, 

 and may serve as a model of the housing that will 

 come into vogue rapidly. One familiar with New 

 England in the " old meeting-house " time, would 

 call this establishment a hollow square of horse-sheds, 

 without a break or crevice at the angles. 



I reached Galashiels about 5 P.M., and stopped an 

 hour for tea. This is a vigorous and thrifty town, 

 that makes a profitable and useful business of the 

 manufacture of tweeds, tartans and shawls. It is 

 situated on the banks of the Grala, a little, rapid, shal- 

 low river that joins the Tweed about a mile below. 

 After tea I resumed my walk, but, owing to the con- 

 fused direction of the landlady, took the wrong side of 

 the river, and diverged westward toward Peebles. I 

 had made three miles or more in this direction before 

 I found out my mistake, so was obliged to return to 

 Gralashiels, where I concluded to spend the night, after 

 another involuntary excursion more unsatisfactory than 

 my walk around Sheffield, inasmuch as I had to travel 

 over the same road twice for the whole distance. Thus 

 the three mistakes thus far made have cost me twenty 



