. The land of heather . in the States,**and said he had two daughters over there, one inMeriden, Con., and the other in Mish. I dont knowwhat he thought Con. and Mish. were, but I recog-nized Connecticut and Michigan. My final sight of Jimmie was on the last eveningof my stay in Kirriemuir. I was in the stationersshop on the square when the old man came in andheld out a grimy hand for me to shake. His face wasred, for he had been having a dram or two, and hewas inclined to take a dismal view of life. Hed onlyhad one telegram the week, only a saxpence, and aman could no live on that. Thrums 135
. The land of heather . in the States,**and said he had two daughters over there, one inMeriden, Con., and the other in Mish. I dont knowwhat he thought Con. and Mish. were, but I recog-nized Connecticut and Michigan. My final sight of Jimmie was on the last eveningof my stay in Kirriemuir. I was in the stationersshop on the square when the old man came in andheld out a grimy hand for me to shake. His face wasred, for he had been having a dram or two, and hewas inclined to take a dismal view of life. Hed onlyhad one telegram the week, only a saxpence, and aman could no live on that. Thrums 135 The stationer offered him his snuff-box, and Jimmietook a pinch, but it did not revive his spirits, and hisfarewell to me was full of dubious foreboding. I shall never see you again, he said. Oh, perhaps you may, I responded, with anattempt at cheerfulness. Will you come next year? he inquired. But Iwont be here if you do, he added. Til be in hellthen. He shook hands once more, said Good-by, andwent out on the The Window in Thrums House VII A HIGHLAND GLEN ITS name was GlenClova, a title suggest-ive of rural sweetnessand overflowing reality was a wide fis-sure opening back into thegreat bounding heatherhills, and its name wasalmost its only touch ofgentleness. Yet there wascharm in the little riverEsk which wound throughthe meadow bottoms, andthe vastness of the encom-passing hills was impres-sive, while even the lonely bareness of the region wasof its kind beautiful. The glens remoteness was attested to my senses inmany ways — by the peatstacks I found in the farm-yards, by the presence of the wild deer on the high 136
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