182 TKAVEL, ADVENTUKE, AND SPOKT. 



entertainer, to serve as his headquarters during the 

 fishing season. 



Regular hours are unknown in these latitudes, 

 especially on Saturday night. People sleep when 

 they like, eat when (and as much as) they like, and 

 rise at the same equally convenient hour. So my 

 kind hostess had taken the trouble to sit up for me, 

 and, after giving me a warm welcome and a cold 

 supper, left me to complete the slumber Captain 

 Brown had so unkindly interrupted. 



There being no Episcopalian church within a 

 hundred miles of Burnlands, our religious exercises 

 were scant on the Sabbath. S., as behoved a pater- 

 familias, read prayers to his domestics, in which duty 

 his amiable daughter most ably assisted him and I 

 can recommend to any English country host who is 

 anxious to see his guests at morning prayers to allow 

 the young ladies of his establishment to take a promi- 

 nent part in their conduct. There was an intensity 

 in the manner in which Mdlle. declaimed the words 

 " miserable sinners " at the embarrassed coachman, 

 her vis-a-vis, that made me feel assured she had 

 detected the wriggling and blushing Jehu greasing the 

 horses' oats or selling their allowance of corn. But 

 fearful of coming in for a share of these personalities, 

 I absorbed myself in prayers for the success of our 

 salmon-fishing on the morrow. Battledore and shut- 

 tlecock with the ladies, and a walk with S. round his 

 farm, filled up the day ; and the next morning, at an 



