1891. 
Sept. 10  
Scotland.
Edinburgh. Clear, Still and very warm.
  Eartly in the afternoon we started to drive to
the Firth of Fourth bridge having first obtained
a permit to go through the grounds of Lord
Rosebery's [sic] which lie directly on the way.
  The country just outside Edinburgh, on this road,
is more like that of certain regions about
Boston than anything we have thus far seen.
It is very varied with extensive fields of
grain and immense areas of turnips and beets
lying next the road with a background of 
hills and steep ridges covered with woods. There
are also several large tracts of park lands, the
largest, on the right-hand side, belonging to
Lord Rosebery.
  A well-kept drive at least three miles in 
length winds through it, at first following
the crest of a ridge wooded with noble old
trees, chiefly beeches and oaks, then, after crossing
a bit of wild pasture, coming out in front
of the Duke's mansion and thence along the
shore of the Firth a little way, finally
turning inland again and passing over a
hill covered with woods filled with ferns and
pierced by many grass-grown paths leading down
into quiet glens near the shore.
  Although this park was not so trim and
elaborately laid out as most of the English ones
which we have seen it pleased me all the more
on this very account. there were dead trees, both
standing and fallen, and the woods altogether