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134 CARAVAN DAYSto describe are the best of the tour. Still it wasa good day, through grand countryit was amighty long way, twenty-four miles it wasperfect weather : and late in the evening wedrove up a hill in the face of the setting sun intoa stackyard that was filled with a warm haze oftingling gold. We were then just entering uponthe finest stretch of road surface, in our experience,in the whole of Scotland (and I hopethat the road-surveyor of the district will allowme to present to him my respectful compliments) ,which continues without blemish to Dumfries.I had been cutting up and mixing materials for astew allday as we went along,and now itonlyremained to put on the pot.The country that we had traversed was remarkablefor the variety of its forest trees. Iamused myself by counting them inone woodthat we passed through and reached a totaltwenty-five.where the branches, low-hanging, scamperedofAnd there were many leafy placesnoisily along the roof, as we pushed by, orwhipped the windows startlingly.That was a tobacco farmer, for there ismorescope in Scottish agriculture than you mightbelieve before you come to search it out. Itlooked a strong crop, and the farmer harvested it,