t he
had been converted, and he admitted that it was true; so as he was
leaving I said, "Then I am to reckon an Edinboro' professor among
my converts?" He seized my hand and kissed it, saying, "I'll seal
it with a kiss." Don't be alarmed--he is fully eighty years of age
but blithe and frolicsome--sang and acted out a Scotch war-song in
the real Gaelic.

On August 1 we saw 200 medical students capped--and not a woman
among them, because the powers ruled that none should be admitted.
That afternoon we called on Professor Masson, a great champion of
co-education. We took tea with Mrs. Jane and Miss Eliza Wigham. The
stepmother, now eighty-two, was Jane Smeale in 1840. In their house
have visited Henry C. Wright, Parker Pillsbury, and of course Mr.
Garrison. Mrs. Nichol went with us to Melrose by rail, from which
we drove to Abbotsford....

Tuesday at 2 o'clock Miss Osgood and I landed at Stirling. At 4:30
we reached Callander, where I found no trunk, and not a man of them
could give a guess as to its whereabouts. They give you no check
here, but just stick a patch on your trunk. I had expected not to
find it at every stop, and now it was gone for sure; but the
station-master was certain he could find it and forward it to me,
so he wrote out its description and telegraphed in every direction.
Meanwhile we went to a hotel for luncheon and there in the hall was
my trunk! Nobody knew why or how it got there and all acknowledged
our American check system superior. I was raging at their
stupidity, and no system at all, but laughingly said, "You ought to
send this trunk free a thousand miles to pay for my big scold at
you." The man good-naturedly replied, "Where will you have it
sent?" I answered "Oban," and he booked it.

At 6 o'clock we took the front seat with the driver on a great high
stage which we mounted by a ladder--they call the stage the
"machine"--and drove a few miles to the Trossachs Hotel, past Loch
Achray and Loch Vennachar.... While the rain rested this noon I
took a walk up the ravine and it seemed very like going up the
mountain at Grandfather Anthony's. Indeed, there is nothing here
more beautiful than we have in America, only everything has some
historic or poetic association....

BRUNTSFIELD LODGE, WHITEHOUSE LOAN,