Rockingham post-dispatch. [volume], August 19, 1920, Page PAGE FOUR, Image 4

About Rockingham post-dispatch. [volume] (Rockingham, N.C.) 1917-1965

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A PILGRIM'S PROGRESS
Letters frost Mrs. Lucy P. Russell,
continued from front page.
home such a treasure.
Then we caught the noon
train for Callendar and entered
the magic land immortalized by
Sir Walter Scott Ben Lede
towers above the clean little vil
lage, Benvoirlich and Uam Var
are in sight, and "Monan's rill"
pours into lake Vennachar not
far away. We loitered through
the quaint streets smiling at the
familiar Scotch names; we
watched a game of bowls and
drank a cup of tea. then mounted
a coach for the Trossachs coun
try, and a most beautiful ride it
is, up the shore of Vennachar,
past the Brig' o' Turk, through
fragrant forests and over crystal
streams until we stood by Loch
Achray at the foot of Ben Vencie
and watched the grey clouds roll
across his furrowed brow. Spent
the night at "The Trossachs," a
comfortable hotel on the shore
of Achray, it is built of the na
tive grey stone and just seems to
spring from the mountain like
any other rock.
Next morning we took a long
tramp around the loch (lake) and
knelt to pick "the slight hare
bell" by its side, watched the
multitudes darting in and out of
their holes, climbed up to the
sheep-fold high on the mountain,
and plucked the spicey "wilding
rose" growing over the grey
rocks, wandered into the grave
yard of the tiny "kirk" and read
the names on the stones, "Cam
eron," "Graham," "Ferguson,"
McGregor" just our own home
names, it was a witness to
Scotch courage that so many of
the crosses in the tiny enclosure
were new and bore the battle
names of the Great War. No
one need expect me to write of
the beauty of this region, Sir
Walter has finished that job.
Just read again 'The Lady of the
Lake" and be sure that not one
word is out of place, but 'no
wizardry of the written word
can ever bring to the eye the
coloring of mountain and heath
er, sky and velvet fields, beet
ling crags and shining water.
Scotch houses have a way of
hooking part of the rock on and
of which they are built and very
much like the men who built
them, square, angular, upright
and reliable, from the humble
Highland cottage with it's "but
and ben" to the lordly Castle in
Edinburgh town they all have
the same look of stern integrity.
The cottages do not al! have
bright flowers around them as
in England and the land, is not
so fertile; it cannot be, there
isn't so much of it on the ground.
But whenever there is a level
space it bears a wonderful crop
of wheat and oats, potatoes and
hay; they are fine, fat cows in
the valleys and millions of sheep
on the mountains. Why not on
our mountains in N. C. ?
Another coach took us to Loch
Katrine, which we crossed in a
steamer named "Sir Walter
Scott"; we sailed past "the silver
strand" and "Ellen s Isle" and
tried to locate the different peaks
and shadowy glens. Tasked a
lady near me if she- knew the
localities, and she said she knew
"nothing about it" being from
Australia There were also two
Japanese on the boat
Another coacn took us nine
miles through the mountains to
Loch Lomond down whose blue
waters we sailed for two hours to
Balloch where all the Turkey
red dye is made. The shores
of the lake are full of most beau
tiful, stately dwellings, the
estates of rich Glasgow merch
ants, but Ballock castle and its
grounds have been purchased for
a park for the citizens of that
town.
We intended to spend the
night in Glasgow, but a walk
through the streets and a wait at
the station determined us to get
out as soon as possible. Every
man we saw and not a few
women, were drunk, staggering,
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singing, gnastiy cuunK. i aiar
not think such a scene possible,
anywhere on earth. They laugh
at America over here for prohi
bition, but the scenes I witnessed
in Glasgow and E'boro have de
termined me to send over some
Missionaries as soon as possible.
We reached Edinboro late and
were glad to creep into the first
Hotel we saw, "The Caledonia,"
and next morning found our
selves close under the walls of
the towering castle and across
the street from St. Cuthbert's
Free Kirk" and the beautiful
chimes called me into its open
doors. The Scotch church has
reserved more ritual in its serv
ice than we American Presby
terians use. The minister wore
a gown and bands and his as
sistant who read the Gospel and
the notices was clothed in crim
son silk. They sang the age-old
"Rouse's Version" of the Psalms
and I joined, in lustily because
nobody knew the tunes any bet
ter than I did. The afternoon
we spent in a long drive around
the city, into the Castle and
Holyrood Palace, to the homes
of John Knox and Robert Burns,
we stood by "The Heart of Mid
lothian" and lingered along
Princes St., by the Scott monu
ment, and by St. Giles, the t only
Presbyterian Cathedral in the
world, and it is St. Gargen's love
ly memorial to Robert Louis
Stevenson. Next day we spent -in
exploring the city and some
of its treasures of "ye olden
times," and some of the hand
some shops. Wednesday's ride
through "The Lowlands," the
hills enriched by the blood of the
Covenanters, to "Merrje Carlisle"
was most Interesting. I found
out why the Scotch people emi
grate, they are found all over the
habitable globe, and the inhabi
table too, it is to get away from
the Scotch climate. The clouds
hang low and dark, the sky is
NEVER free from clouds and it
rains every few minutes, some
times oftener; the trees are dark,
sombre firs and larches, the
buildings are of the native brown
and grey stone, the fences and
walls of the same, the whole at
mosphere of the country is dark,
glowering, stern and very cold.
Holyrood Palace gives one a
chill and after walking through
Mary Stuart's picture gallery no
one smiles for a whole day. All
the same, "Caledonia, stern and
wild," is darkly beautiful and
when it comes to producing fine
men and women, do you know
any land that can beat it
Tra;n service "over here" is
excellent, rapid and comparative
ly cheap, twelve hours from
Edinboro to Llandudno, a water
ing place on the Irish Sea in the
north of Wales, with grand golf
links, and beach for bathing.
When an Englishman goes on . a
holiday there are certain things
to be done and he does them,
certain clothes to wear and he
wears them. If he goes-to the
seaside, it is the thing to go in
swimming, if the weather is hot
all right, if there are icebergs in
the bay so much worse for the
icebergs, in he goes, splashes
around and comes out in various
shades of purple and pink. It is
proper to go "boating" in white
flannel trousers and brightly
colored Wagers, it may be raid
ing in torrents and mud six
inches deep, but here comes the
white breeches. As for.golf no
body can hit a little white ball
with a crooked stick unless, he
has on long woolen stockings.
It simply isn't done. From
Llandudno we made excursions
by motor-bus, to Bettws-y-Coed
and Cap-el-rig, to Criccrth and
Pwllheli and other places whose
names I am to sleepy to spell.
One of us played golf on "Great
Orine Head, with the sea on
three sides of him and fold upon
fold of the dark Welsh moun
tains on the other. Llandudno
is the plaee where ' Lewis Car
roll" wrote "Alice in Wonder
land." The rabbit is still there.
We came back to London
through Wales and the English
Midlands and stopped at Stratford-upon-Avon,
and it is a very
good place to stop.
Yours truthfully,
L. P. R."
(Mailed from London, July 31.)