, and finding that it
was very light in their room when they woke, they got up, and dressed
themselves, and went down stairs, thinking that it was nearly breakfast
time. But they found, on looking at a clock in the hall of the inn, that
it was not quite three o'clock!

But to return to the story.

Mr. George told the boys that if they would arrange the boat party,
that is, if they would engage the boat and the boatman, and also some
fishing lines, he would go with them. They would have supper first, and
then set out immediately afterwards.

This plan was carried into effect. Mr. George himself cared nothing
about the fishing. His only object was to see the lake, and talk with
the Highland boatmen. Still he took a line and fished a little, for
company to the boys. The excursion proved a very pleasant one. The lake
was beautiful. The surface of the water was studded with pretty islands,
and the shores were formed of picturesque hills, which were every where
adorned with cottages, castles, groves, fields, and all the other
elements of rural beauty.

The excursion itself was very much like any fishing excursion in
America, only the peculiar dialect of the boatman continually reminded
the travellers that they were in Scotland. For "I don't know," he said
"I dinna ken;" for "trouble" the word was "fash," and for "not," "na."
The boys had heard this phraseology before. The railway porter, when he
put Mr. George's valise in the carriage, crowded it under the seat,
where he said it would not "fash the other travellers;" and at the inn,
where Mr. George asked the servant girl if she would let them know when
their supper was ready, she said, "Yes, sir, I will coom and tak ye
doon."

Waldron enjoyed the fishing excursion very much indeed. He said that he
should like to make the whole tour of Scotland in a boat, round among
the islands on the western and northern shores. These islands are,
indeed, very grand and picturesque. They are groups of dark mountains,
rising out of the sea. To cruise among them in a yacht would be a very
pleasant tour, were it not for the incessant storms of wind and rain to
which the voyagers would be exposed.

Waldron said he particularly desired to go to the Shetland Islands, on
the north of Scotland, in order to buy himself a pony.

"My father has promised me," said he, "that if ever he goes to the
Shetlands he will buy me a pony."

"I should like a Shetland pony," said Rollo.

"Yes," said Wa