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and never rebuilt. The would-be funny partner, an anti- 

 woman-suffragist by the way, suggests that it derived its name 

 from the wife of a one-time long-suffering tenant. It is 

 called " The Jaw." We are here compelled to pass for a 

 while from our burn, which at this point flows with an angry 

 rush beneath the Union Canal, as if in haste to leave that 

 odoriferous waterway far behind. In fullest sympathy we 

 seek a bridge and hurriedly cross. 



Under happier circumstances we obtained some good 

 pictures in this neighbourhood. The house embosomed in the 

 trees on our left is Kirkland Lodge. How it got its name we 

 are unable to say. It does not appear on John Adair's map 

 of 1680, although Over Gogar, which stands at no great dis- 

 tance, does. Whatever its origin, our thoughts involuntarily 

 go back to pre-Eeformation times with the widespread church- 

 lands owned by men concerned more about fat revenues than 

 about the duties of mother-Church and the spiritual welfare 

 of the people entrusted to their care. Pondering thus, we 

 are startled by a rustling in a clump of brambles growing on 

 the further bank, and a moment later a pheasant rises, and, 

 passing overhead with a whirr, disappears in the field beyond 

 the trees. 



Leaving the Kirkland grounds our burn now enters those 

 of Gogar Bank, in the flower-garden of which it is not the 

 least beautiful feature. Much as we longed to secure a 

 photograph of so pretty a scene as the combination of stream 

 with beds of flowers presented, an awe-inspiring " Beware of 

 the Dog," writ large on the rear of a kennel, advised a wide 

 detour and speedy withdrawal. We took the advice. 



We are now once more on the public highway, and reluc- 

 tantly part, for a time at least, with our watery companion. 

 The temptation to follow on is strong, but, were we not already 

 aware of the fact, the shriek of a locomotive tells us that the 

 iron road with its inevitable " warning to trespassers " lies 

 across our path. Mindful of the maxim concerning discretion, 

 we choose the longer way, and admire in passing the quaint 

 beehive-like lodge of Millburn Tower, to-day resplendent with 

 scarlet geranium and Virginia creeper. Eastwards now along 

 the avenue of stately elms, past Gogar Green, and we are with 



