Macnab says his prayers, and I have a tune on the flute, and the principle is just the same.' So that singular evening closed with music--very sweet and true renderings of old Border melodies like 'My Peggy is a young thing', and 'When the kye come hame'.

I fell asleep with a vision of Amos, his face all puckered up at the mouth and a wandering sentiment in his eye, recapturing in his dingy world the emotions of a boy.
* * * * * The widow-woman from next door, who acted as house-keeper, cook, and general factotum to the establishment, brought me shaving water next morning, but I had to go without a bath.

When I entered the kitchen I found no one there, but while I consumed the inevitable ham and egg, Amos arrived back for breakfast.

He brought with him the morning's paper.
'The _Herald_ says there's been a big battle at Eepers,' he announced.
I tore open the sheet and read of the great attack of 31 July which was spoiled by the weather.

'My God!' I cried.