The workingman's advocate. [volume] (Chicago [Ill.]) 1864-1877, 1870-06-18
TRAVELLING SKETCHES.


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we have another days grace-we wish
we had ten-and we spend it in visit
ing the shops, picking up here and
there curiosity, and bidding goodbye
to friends we shall never see again. We
should like to visit the Tweedmouth
Cooperative Store, one of the most
successful in the country, as also the ex-
tensive reaper factory,-but as time and
tide wait for no man, we must forego
the pleasure.
Wednesday-and we are off-once
more we must bid sdieu to the goodly
little border town. "Csn it be possible, !"
we ask ourselves, "that we were ever
content to reside in this quaint, almost
deserted locality; and as we reflect we
long for a return to the busting, mar
vellous city Of our adoption, to which
our future is linked-the Garden City
of the West-CH1cAGo, whose equal e
have failed to find in all our travels. Be
fore leaving, an old friend grasps our
hand and says, whatever you do try
and create kindly feeling among the
working classes of America and those of
the old country. Tell them, no matter
what the aristocracy think or say-the
bone and sinew Of the land bid them
-Gcd-speed." After assuring him that
such was our intention, and that we had
no sympathy with that class who, to
prove their devotion to the land of
their adoption, deemed it necessary to
vilify the dear old land they left be-
hind, we were cordially invited to pay
him visit the next time we came to
England.
$3.50 finds US booked for Liverpool,
by way Of Carlisle, solitary passenger
being our. companion. Well we re-
member when the FIRST rail was laid on
the "North British'--and how we
watched day by day the demolition of
the old castle, and the erection of the
bridge. Things are all changed now;
masonry meets us at every quarter.
Everything looks substantial, and our
western railroad officials could profit
by comparing their limerick produc-
tons with the solidity here marked
upon every bridge or rail.
Here is Marshal Meadows, where
the road skirts the very brink of the
cliffs, whose base are washed by the
foam of the sea; here is Burnmouth,
a fishing village and coast-guard sta
ton, which we have visited many scores
of times-the place where Scotia's
immortal bard was duly initiated into
the mysteries of Free Masonry; Ay-
ton, famous for beng the former re-
sidence Of Barbara Smith, the hum.
BILE reconsideration of the "Pearl
of Days" Next comes the beautiful
little village Of Cbirnside, situated on
the Blackadder-a picturesque trouting
stream. Away to the left is Trotter's
Paper Mill, where twenty-five years
since, we felt as proud as any laird, as
we left with an ESQ check in our pocket
being the first time we had ever been
entrusted on q collecting mission.
Immediately after passing it, cur at
tention is directed to the game-part-
ridges, hares, and pheasants which lit
orally swarm the hillside, but which a
canny Scot, from Galashields, informs
us "canna be molested," under a heavy
penalty. The poor farmer may raise
them but he dare not shoot them-they
are kept for the pampcred few-the
lazy vagabonds who live off the fat Of
the LAND, without contributing an hours
honest labor to produce it. For miles
and miles the brushwood is alive with
them-and what is more, no sign of
fear is exhibited as they seem TO know
they are privileged characters.
A stay of a few minutes is made at the
pleasant little town of Dunse, shortly
after which we catch a glimpse Of the
Eldon Hills, referred to in Wilson's
Tales of the Borders-and pass the
highest bridge in Scotland, which
crosses the Tweed somewhere in the
of Galashields-a town
famous for being the place where the
first "Tweeds" were manufactured,
which have since obtained such a world
wide celebrity.
AT the Junction a somewhat unusual
occurs. A delay Of half
an hour is occasioned by the fact that
the annual meeting of the directors Of
the "North British" has been held
to-day in Edinburgh, and that the time
card has been changed to suit their
Iordships. But here the train comes
along, and in a few minutes
we are snugly ensconced aboard, bound
for Carlisle, where we arrive between
, and 10 o'clock. A change of cars is
again necessary. The Liverpool train
s waiting. For few moments all is
,ustle and confusion-passengers are
ooIr;Dcy fo1. the ,iOht train-norters ar1