On the summit of Ben Nevis I witnessed an incident that might well furnish a theme for poet or philosopher. I was standing on the edge of the great precipice near the Observatory, and was gazing down into the tremendous abyss where ths mist boiled and eddied. Just at my feet a steep muddy slope led to a patch of snow which fell away at an abrupt anglo into a fearsome void. I felt quite, brave to be where I was. At this moment a young man, accompanied by two young women, came along and stood beside me. The man, in the rich accents of Lancashire, remarked that he wouldn't half like to make a snowball in August, whereupon, to my amazement and horror, one of the girls skipped over the edge, slithered down the mud on to the snow slope, and returned with a handful of snow, which she presented to the by no means abashed swain. He accepted the effer-ing with' the most delightful grace in the world. T recalled the ancient story of King Francis and the lady's glove. Changed times, my masters!
ON DIT, "Been shooting grouse? What Kind of bags did you get? Oh, just ordinary plus fours."
"What's the best way to amuse a Scotsman in his old age?" "Tell him a joke when he is young."
When the late Czar visited the Highlands, someone remarked in a ghillie's bearing that be resembled the King. You wouldn't confuse them if you saw them out deer-stalking;'" was the ghillie's sour comment. The
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