The Vermont watchman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1883-1911, 1910-09-22

her a chance to win 1t back, which she
did by the turning up of an ace of
clubs-hence the trees.
While there is much to be said
about thi1 Athens of the North, one
typical scene must be mentioned
the Wednesday afternoon band cen
certs in Princess Park The regular
band gives two numbers in the band
stand, then the bag-pipers, dressed
in their kits and plaid give a selec-
ton, marching back and forth in front
of the stand The drum major is the
whole show with the management of
his drumsticks. Sometimes one stick
comes straight up, sometimes both
sometimes they are swung several
times high above his head, and some.
times he does a cross handed act. but
ways the bagpipers play on. 1t is pan
demonian let loose, but it stirs the
blood and the days of the Highlanders
resume their sway over the magma
ton. They march down from the
castle just above and they march back
again when it is all over, and you
have seen your last of the national
costume. You cnnot well imagine any
thing more comical than these same
trousers.
The skies smiled and frowned al
ternately but did not spoil the day in
the Trossachs. We went by train. by
coach and by boat and then repeated
the process all through this lake and
mountain. Legendary district. The ro-
mantle and picturesque combines to
make it day that will not be forgot
ten. Mary, Queen Of Scots, was born
at Linlithgow and the route goes by
the battlefield of Falkirk, where Wal
lace was defeated. Stirling, so init
mately connected with the unfortun-
ate Mary is passed. Those who love
"The Lady of the Lake need no
further description of this ride, as
Scott both knew and loved it.
Glasgow is really a thriving city
with plenty of history. but to us it
seemed a sailing port and watery
one at that, fer it rained as it can only
rain in Scotland We had but a few
hours to go down to Ayr, where Rab-
bic Burns was born, the scene of Tam
OShanters' Ride, and the other scenes
of these poems of homely life The
real beauty CT it was lost because of
the rain and Scotch Harr, which is
really another name for fog. 1t has
been good to see all the countries and
what they possess, but it is also good
to be on the high seas sailing for the
home port
The SAILING from Glasgow was vast
ly different from that of Boston. There
was less hustle, but we got away with
out it. Mrs. Conant and Miss Butter
worth came to see us off. being the
last of Tour E on shore Even though
we were going home, we could realize
that others were going from home on
considerably more serious business
than sightseeing, as We watched the
and heard the parting shout, halt
wall, half cheer We were not quick
~ out of sight of land for we sailed
down the Clyde all day, watching the
shore and its variations, while the Co.
lumbia gave no indications of her kit
tenish ways in her stately voyage out
cf port. We made an early evening
call at Londonderry and took on some
hundreds to make the steerage less
lonesome. and fill the few unoccupied
shelves" in the first and second cabin.
You have seen cork in a tub of agi-
tated water. Well, it is more pleasant
to look at it than to lock from it. ~
hours from Glasgow made the state
rooms and decks popular but there
were few so lacking in feeling as to
mention the dining saloon. Sunday,
Monday and Tuesday did this dance of
death continue, while saffron was the
predominating color both within and
without. The waves dashed high
above both decks Sunday, and for
those who enjoy that sort of thing, it
was just the sort of thing that would
be enjoyable, as the rainbow tints
We're most brilliant The most of the
shipload, however, were more in the
mood to appreciate the story of Bish-
op Vincent, under much the same cir
cumstances, probably The story that
the Bishop was so very seasck that
fears were entertained for his life as
he had weak heart Just to get his
mind away fro mhimself it was decid
ed to tell him that his son in the mex
stateroom was very i'll. The doctor
approached his side, with a grave fac,
and informed him that his son wa:
very i'll. On being questioned how
serious it was, he was told that it wa!
very serious, in fact that even dealt
might come to him. The Bishop look
ed a second at the doctor and thel
closing his eyes, murmuring luck!
dog" Lucky dog, indeed, but al
things end and Thursday proved tn
rule The sea smiled up at us on deck
seemingly thinking practical jok
had been played on us.
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