FALDONSIDE TO DALGIG. 233 



" Was it absolute trutli, or a di-eaming 

 Which the wakeful day flisowns. 

 That I heard something more in the stream as it ran 



Than water breaking on stones — 

 Now the hoofs of a fljong moss-trooper, 

 Now a bloodhound's bay half-caught. 

 The distant l)last of a hunting-horn. 

 The bui-r of Walter Scott?" 



Alexander Smith. 



A Peep at Paldonside — The Landseer Gallery at Bowhill — Over !MincIi- 

 moor — The Ettrick Shepherd — Sheep in Ettrick Forest— Points of 

 Blackfaces — Crossing with Cheviots — Lanarkshire Breeders and Fairs 

 — The Clad Score — Curling Enthusiasm — A visit to Dalgig — Scotland 

 Yet and Canaradzo, 



^^ fJT^s a regular NoaVs Ark/' said Will Williamson, 

 ^ when we told him that we were bound for 

 '' Faldonside/-' Mr. Nicol Milne lives in this snug 

 eyrie on the banks of the Tweed, just above the Ab- 

 botsford ferry. Wood and valley backed up by "a 

 Cheviot hilF^ compose a pleasant landscape from the 

 front door, and the swans and wild-ducks besporting 

 themselves on the lake gave proof of the incisive cha- 

 racter of WilFs simile. There is a considerable 

 extent of grass land, on which pure shorthorns 

 have been settled for fully thirty years. Mr. 

 Milne has always sworn by the St. Albans blood, 

 and his two tribes, The Prendwick Princess by 

 Bachelor (1366) and The Rosebud by Emperor 



