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(1859) [MARC] Author: W. Mattieu Williams
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fur the sleeper whom I startled on my way to Lunden
was apparently solitary. I might have ascertained all
this had my powers of endurance been greater, but I
was forced to yield before daylight. I scrambled towards
the hole by which I entered, took off my clothes in
the adjoining field, and shook off* the inner lining of
tormentors.

On returning, 1 found that the bonder had risen,
and general activity wTas commencing; and I wras much
surprised at finding him busy in preparing for me a
breakfast of trout and coffee, and showing a degree of
attention which contrasted strongly with the apathy of
the night before, when it seemed doubtful whether I
should get any food at all. This change was probably
produced by my showing some money, and offering
payment after supper; though he refused it, and told me to
pay next morning. He, his housemen, and Juno and
Vesta, all evidently thought me a houseless wanderer
who had come to beg for food and shelter; the idea of
a tourist being of course utterly unknown to them, as
no one within the memory of man had ever travelled for
amusement thereabouts, so far away from the regions of
roads or any sort of highway. When, after breakfast,
I paid the farmer 20 skillings (about 9d.), he looked at
the money with astonishment, exclaimed that it was
" enogh," with a pronunciation that would pass for
good lowland Scotch ; he then shook hands in token of
thanks, and insisted on walking with me to the top of
the neighbouring hill to point out the way. At
Gaarcls-fiord, where I stopped the previous night, I gave the

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