A visit to Stanley's rear-guard at Major Barttelot's camp on the Aruhwimi with an account of the river-life on the Congo . ve the low scrub. But amid all this wealth of scenic grandeur andglory, I could not help feeling that I love betterthe crags of Arthurs Seat, and the sea coming inayont them. These words of Sir Walter Scotts hadbeen forcibly brought back to my memory a shorttime before this date, by reading Mrs Oliphants Joyce, which one of my kind friends in Scotlandhad sent out to me among a lot of other stifling evening, after a hard days work, I wasvainly trying to get t
A visit to Stanley's rear-guard at Major Barttelot's camp on the Aruhwimi with an account of the river-life on the Congo . ve the low scrub. But amid all this wealth of scenic grandeur andglory, I could not help feeling that I love betterthe crags of Arthurs Seat, and the sea coming inayont them. These words of Sir Walter Scotts hadbeen forcibly brought back to my memory a shorttime before this date, by reading Mrs Oliphants Joyce, which one of my kind friends in Scotlandhad sent out to me among a lot of other stifling evening, after a hard days work, I wasvainly trying to get to sleep. Under a mosquito-curtain it was too hot and close, and outside thevicious insects gave me no peace. I picked up thefirst book I found in my box, and, getting a light,began wearily to turn over the leaves. A graphicdescription of a steamboat-pier on a dark nightarrested my attention and brought back refreshingmemories of former days spent on the Firth ofClyde, revelling in the beauties of bonnie I read on, the lovely view of the Thames valleyfrom Richmond Hill, so ably described, with all its 00CO. *-??* r £ -f *x^ -7 ^.N:^
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