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the girl that I have called the man's careless face changed, free girl had sung it at the and he stared at me and nodded home-station that last night of his head slowly for a full home things before we had minute. We were probably started Then through the both to think of it again at voice came the sound of wheels intervals, but just then that and hoofs, and presently into was all the mourning space. my sight a spring-cart driven I saw his face come back to at a slow trot by one who at material things. the first glance seemed an exact “And I brought him out a replica of ferret - faced bottle of Pain-Killer; the poor freckled horse-boy at the camp. old beggar said he felt bad last Seen closer he had no freckles, week.” but a healthy brown face full “He won't want any painof carelessness and life. killer," I said stupidly.

"G’day,” he said, with the "I'll go back with you if you bushman's inclination of the like . and .. look at head, which is neither nod nor him." shake, and is inimitable by town We went back and looked at dwellers.

the old man: the dog rose to “Rations for the old brusher receive us, and laid himself at the hut,” he went on when down again as we went out. I had given him greeting with Bush-like the man had a plan a spurious imitation of his own ready in a few minutes, during headwork.. “What you which time I ate starvingly of might call an early start, ain't the bread and salt mutton he it? . . . come ten miles from gave me out of the cart, washthe station now, and three more ing it down in whole lumps out-stations to go to, get with a bottle of cold tea. He home about midnight I shall, told me that I could not miss

. . did you camp with him ?” my way to the station now, and he pushed his chin out also that it was more or less towards the clearing.

on my road. He said that if The sight of the wheel-tracks, I would go there and give then the man and his cheery word about the old shepherd greeting, had given me an ex- he would stay, let the sheep aggerated notion of being found out of the yard, and keep them I had, so to speak, come back feeding near the hut. into life : for the moment I had I left him and rode away forgotten the old man who had into a glorious morning, thinkjust gone out of it, the bark ing more about the station tomb behind me, and the dog hand who had to stay about guarding it. The sudden ques- the hut than of the dead old tion brought it all back, and man inside it. again I felt very, very small.

"No," I said, "I didn't camp The second night following with him, I only got there a all this had just fallen when while back . .. been bushed the fires of my travelling home

the old chap's dead.” The sprang up one by one in front

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of me.

Rarman was doing a still closer together, for there is short turn of watching while no tie between men like stress. the shepherds ate their supper. It was in this way: Rarman I led my horse

up to him,-in- made one of his very rare misdeed I had been leading him takes, and instead of examining most of the day.

them, took the word of a local “You've been a devil of a stockman, who seemed reliable, long time,” he said, when we concerning the banks of the had said "Good evening” to one river. The banks were boggy. another.

It took the rest of the men all I told him how I had been their time to keep the other bushed, and he laughed at me: flooks

away and get them to a I had never heard him laugh safe watering-place half a mile 80 much before.

away, while Rarman and I did “What about the court ?” three hours of such work as, in he said presently.

a pretty hard and rough career, "Won both cases,”'I answered I have not run against since. stiffly, for my mind had flashed For this is another sort of ocback to me some of my sensa casion when sheep go mad. tions through that long night, Often when either of us had and to my youthful notions they dragged one of the poor silly did not appear as anything to brutes out of the mud, where laugh at.

it was suffocating or drowning, “Oh, that's good,” he said, it would run back and go on “that's very good.

How with its idiotic suicide. Soaked did you do it ?"

in very cold water and caked “I don't know," I replied. from head to foot with a cling“I think the J.P.'s did it.' ing viscous mud that occasional

“I'm much obliged to you swimming after some more deanyhow. ... You've had rather termined sheep would not wash a rough time, go and have some off, we toiled and dragged and food; and I

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the carried till the day had gone cook's got a nip of rum put out, and a full moon slowly away for you."

raised her search-light for our There is not much more to help. Rarman throw me occatell, for by this time there was sional words of encouragement grass and water everywhere, and blasphemous approval when and, taking these and fine we came within hearing of one weather for circumstances, another: they came to me as droving becomes a happy and bugle-calls, for indeed the scene consequently uninteresting ex was full to the brim with existence. Wo travelled east- citement, and I worked silently, wards mainly on the course of giving every nerve and muscle one of the big rivers. Rarman of my body with a fanatic and I were hitting it off much fervour more of fight than of better, and one night, when the work. We lost about thirty Fates of droving came to the sheep, and when we got the conclusion that we had been rest of them to the camp, I fell having too good a time, we drew down and lay flat on my back

for hours with no command of spectacle of men throwing away my limbs, that just twitched the lean of the meat and eating and twitched of their own ac solid chunks of fat, for all the cord. They had to lift me into world like Esquimaux. my blankets. Rarman brought Nearer and nearer, until the me some tea and food, and sheep were jumping and buckswore roundly that Englishmen ing through the railway-gates were the salt of the earth after within a mile or two of the all, and that when he had a head station,- the gates where big enough cheque he would go months that seemed like years seek this Charing Cross I talked ago I had made my mistake so much about.

about the hobbles, and had Then came the last incident looked along the shining iron worth recording.

rails that led down to the Catarrh!

capital, where lay the big ships By the law we should have bound for England. Then the notified the nearest station, and station itself, and Rarman made arrangements for the counted out 8500 and odd of slaughter and burning of the the 10,000 we had started away entire flock. Instead we out with. a few throats and burnt the The manager showered concarcasses. Our luck went that gratulations upon him, for after the disease did not spread; but that drought there were drovers it was

a tremendously risky coming home by coach, for the business for Rarman, who laid reason that they had no sheep himself open to I know not to bring with them: but Rarwhat terrible penalties. man turned to the two young

After that everything went Englishmen and me, and swore well, and the finish of the trip that he would never have done became a long-drawn-out pic. it without us; and I tingled nic. The country near home with the pride of youth and that we had left nothing but the knowledge of work done. brown-black earth, utterly bare Presently I was free, with a of sustenance for stock, had been good few pounds in my pocket, transformed into a veritable and Rarman and I together Garden of Eden. Rolling downs, slipped along the shining iron timbered here and there in rail down to the capital. Then patches, the blue sky above, together we went and looked at and the floor & shimmering the big ships bound for England. green carpet of luscious grass He eyed me questioningly. and herbage. Coming to a Charing Cross ?” he said, station belonging to the owner waving his hand to the ships. of our own sheep, we drew forty I laughed in his face. Not or fifty ration sheep as fat as yet," I answered him. “ They've fat could be, and then you lost their grip.” might have seen the curious

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In one of his wayward fits, cakes they have brought to when his capricious fancy had beguile the tedium of their for the moment overpowered journey than of church towers his reason, Louis Stevenson and windmills. In their new has left on record an opinion surroundings they are little which can only be regarded by affected by the genius loci ; and his countrymen as an outrage- if they feel any sentiment or ous paradox or a pestilent draw any comparisons, it is not heresy. He has hinted—nay, he in favour of the land of their has as much as asserted in so adoption. False modesty has many words—the superiority of never been the besetting vice English over Scottish scenery. of the Scottish nation; and a In his Memories' he recalls Scotsman who has not his delighted wonder as a boy good conceit of himself and his when he first gazed on an belongings is not worthy of English landscape—“the warm his name. It

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be rememhabitable age of towns and bered that Richie Moniplies, hamlets,” the stiles and hedge- in a conversation with George rows, the sluggish rivers, the Heriot, compares the grimy smock - frocks, the chimes of West Port in Edinburgh with bells, the grey churoh-towers, Holbein's stately gateway at and above all the many wind- Whitehall, to the disadvantage mills bickering together in a of the latter; and when chalfresh breeze a woody lenged to name as fine a river country." While he was about as the Thames, repeats in a it, he might as well have added tone of ineffable contempt, to his list of pleasing prospects “The Thames! God bless your the factory chimneys, the stucco honour's judgment, we have villas, and the red-brick dis- at Edinburgh the Water of senting chapels of an English Leith and the Nor' Loch." town. Whether Stevenson So, too, when Jeanie Deans is wrote thus from conviction or called on to admire the uncaprice is no great matter. rivalled view from Richmond Usually a Scottish youth is not Park, her praise is only qualideeply steeped in sentiment; fied: “It's braw rich feeding and the long-legged (and long- for the cows, but I like just as headed) "callants” -Snell Ex- weel to look at the craigs of hibitioners and so forth—who Arthur's Seat, and the sea troop yearly to Balliol or Cam- coming in ayont them, as at a' bridge from Aberdeen or Glas- thae muckle trees. gow, as it may be, have as a and with far more reason, a rule more Greek than poetry Scottish youth might consider in their heads; and as they the Cam a poor exchange for travel southwards are think the Clyde; Nuneham and Goding more of the scones and stow tame and prosaic after

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the Kyles of Bute; and even provost's lady, the fish-wife Windsor insignificant when and “the Dougal creature.” contrasted with the grim old Hector MacIntyre is there with castle that frowns beneath his gun-case and golf-clubs ; Arthur's Seat.

and Alan Fairford, advocate; No, most assuredly, it is and the burly form of Dandie not the Scottish but the Eng- Dinmont in his homespun. Aye, lish youth who, if he has and if he has eyes in his head, & spark of poetry or senti our young traveller soon comes ment in his nature, finds his to the conclusion that Scott had heart strangely stirred when he not to go far to seek his protocrosses the Border for the first types of Jeanie Deans or Cathtime—especially if he crosses it erine Seyton, for there are the by what is known as the Wav- Scottish lasses, fair and pleasant erley route. No wonders of to look upon, with their auburn subsequent travel - not even

- not even tresses and blue eyes, with their his first view of St Peter's or gentle manners and soft voices, of the surf beating on the reefs as charming now as in the days of Jaffa- will ever obliterate of the “ Flower of Strathmore the memory of his entrance or “Mally Lee.” 1 Nor is the into the enchanted land of Sir first impression of Edinburgh Walter. All is so strange and in any sense a disappointment. yet so familiar, like the reali- The view from Princes Street sation of some delightful dream across the valley, with the in

-the Teviot and Liddesdale, tervening gardens, strikes and the Eildon Hills and Gala Water, attracts the most ignorant and Ettrick and Melrose. A thou- unobservant tourist. The sand memories of the past "Empress of the North” does idealise and dignify the bare indeed sit proudly on her and rugged features of the throne; and nothing can be landscape; and the very names finer than the irregular line of of the stations recall a legend buildings which dominate the or a history. On the wayside crags in front of your storey platforms he recognises all the piled upon storey, and culminfamiliar types of those immortal ating in “& Bass rock upon novels the laird and the dry land, carrying a crown of bailie, the captain and the battlements and towers.” And,

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1 The “Flower of Strathmore" was Miss Murray of Lintrose-the “ Phemie" who inspired Burns with one of his most charming songs :

“Blithe, blithe and bonnie was she,

Blithe was she but and ben;
Blithe by the banks of Earn,

And blithe in Glenturit Glen.' “Mally Lee" was a Mrs Sleigh, afterwards married to Lord Lyon, and celebrated by Allan Ramsay in the ballad quoted by David Balfour's disreputable caddie with reference to Catriona :

"As Mally Lee cam'doun the street, her capuchin did flee;
She cuist a look ahint her, to see her negligee ;
And we're a' gann east and wast, we're a' gaun ajee,

We're a' gaun east and wast a-courtin' Mally Lee."
Copuchin is a short silk coat, and negligee a loose gown.

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