The times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1882-1897, 1889-08-16

but seen them; and believe that Jab could,
by that mysterious magic of his, have added
greatly to their appearance. Now these
animals may be no better than we have,
do not believe they are, but you see never
linger over this part of our fair and so they
seem very nice to me, and they are beauties
in their line, all of them. The have way
of awarding premiums also, first prize,
second prize, third prize, very highly
commended, highly commended and
commended. The horse exhibit i was
told was the finest part of the
exhibition. Our landlord insisted that there
were on hand the finest Clydesdale horses
in the world, and believe him (you see
am credulous) for never have seen as many
large, beautiful, strong, well kept horses in
my life as l have seen before the drays and
trucks in Scotland Nearer town we see
the circuses, and gypsie bands with all sorts
and kinds of amusments to catch the six
pence of the young man and maiden. 1t made
me think of ''Slearys" as Dickens pictures
it in Hard Times,
We visit Melrose Abbey, the noblest ruin
in Scotland. Here lies the heart of the Bruce,
brought back from its pilgrimage toward
the holy land; also the Douglass who under
took to take it thither and died fighting over
it in Spain. Here lies Michael Scott, the
last minstrel, and near by is stone on
which Sir Walter Scott used to sit and muse.
but the stone is no talisman. sit on it but
none of Sir Walters vivid imaginings
come to me. This is fitting close to
busy day and we go back to the hotel and
our ten shilling room, but are agreeably sur
prised to find that we have been moved into
better quarters, so much for admiring a
pretty girl when a fellow sees one,
We sleep the sleep of the tired, if not the
just. In the morning ride out three miles to
Abbotsford (Sir Walters home), see his lib
rary, the room where he wrote the chair he
used to sit in, and curious and interesting
relics of the great Wizard of the North
it's very interesting, all that is connected
with him and his life must be. There is a
perpetual stream of pilgrims to the spot, we
find names registered from all parts of the
world, and yet. our pretty little lady of the
inn has not been there since she was six
years old and thinks nothing whatever about
it, except to fleece every pilgrim who chances
to come her way and she does that fully as
well as Sir Walter did his work as our two
dollars and half for nights rest testifies.
Today we have come to Penrith, eighty
miles by rail and from there twenty miles
by cycle, here. Ensminger can do more
wonderful feats with his wheel than any
other man ever knew. In Edinburgh he
ran into portly Scotchman and nearly up
set him and only by great tact and politeness
did he escape visit to the castle. Today
while coasting down mile hill, going at
spanking pace, heard rattle behind and
looking back saw Ensminger and his wheel
chasing each other oyer and over in the dust,
hard to tell which was Ensminger and which
was the wheel for a time but he came out
right side up, and smiling, deliberately
remounted his unruly steed and came fiying
on after me. My turn came short time
after, but that was not so funny(?) so l say
nothing about it. Tomorrow we are off for
a thirty mile ride up hill and down through
the charming Westmoreand district
S. E. PARKIIL.