A Yankee bachelor abroad; a "wee bit" of wit and fun and some sober facts gathered during my fourteen months' sojourn in the British isles and some parts of the continent . being last time I saw the old man was the afternoon ofthat Sabbath day as he sat beside the old house read-ing his old worn Bible, the only chart and compass bywhich he and every other person that has precededhim have safely crossed lifes sea to the port of eternalday. When I called to see the sorrow-stricken widowshe said amid her tears: This hame is no the same as when you were herelast. Dauvit has gaen awa and I
A Yankee bachelor abroad; a "wee bit" of wit and fun and some sober facts gathered during my fourteen months' sojourn in the British isles and some parts of the continent . being last time I saw the old man was the afternoon ofthat Sabbath day as he sat beside the old house read-ing his old worn Bible, the only chart and compass bywhich he and every other person that has precededhim have safely crossed lifes sea to the port of eternalday. When I called to see the sorrow-stricken widowshe said amid her tears: This hame is no the same as when you were herelast. Dauvit has gaen awa and Ill soon be gaen my-sel. I attended a religious meeting in one of the littlehomes in this village and will not soon forget that in- 60 A YANKEE BACHELOR ABROAD. teresting and helpful service. I listened with pleas-ure to those plain country folk singing the songs ofpraise, especially that beautiful Scotch hymn, entitledMy Ain Country. My visit to that old Highlandvillage will be among the very pleasant remembrancesof my trip to Bonnie Scotland. In this village I met the champion bicycle rider ofScotland. He showed me a great number of valuablemedals he had Bobby Burns Cottage.
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