But this morning we struck the same thin oatbread that you ate at Grandfather Mountain.
I've never understood the Scotch.

I think they are, without doubt, the most capable race in the world--away from home.

But how they came to be so and how they keep up their character and supremacy and keep breeding true needs explanation.

As you come through the country, you see the most monotonous and dingy little houses and thousands of robust children, all dirtier than niggers.

In the fertile parts of the country, the fields are beautifully cultivated--for Lord This-and-T'Other who lives in London and comes up here in summer to collect his rents and to shoot.