Still it was a revelation to me, the way that negro cooked for us! Things I'd never heard of he'd be sending to the table each day, and when I'd see him and tell him that I liked something special he'd made, it was a treat to see his white teeth shining oot o' his black face.
I love to sit behind the train, on the observation platform, while I'm travelling through America.

It's grand scenery--and there's sae much of it.

It's a wondrous sicht to see the sun rise in the desert.

It puts me in mind o' the moors at home, wi' the rosy sheen of the dawn on the purple heather, but it's different.
There's no folk i' the world more hospitable than Americans.

And there's no folk prouder of their hames, and more devoted to them.
That's a thing to warm the cockles of a Scots heart.