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SPECIMEN DAYS 135as I was pleased to observe, itby choppingoffcrisply with a tiny axe. There was a touch offrost that night and a white mist in the morning,and the very air seemed to be faintly tinged withblue, as itthinned out and vanished in the heatof the sun.And finally let us pick out a day of minor adventures.We were camped just South of Edinburghand the Old Campaigner was with us. Both heand my Partner had to go into town upon variousaffairs and we made an appointment to assembleat the ferry beneath the Forth Bridge (if they didnot overtake me previously on the QueensferryRoad), not later than 3 p.m. I set to work toskirt the City and ifpossibleto avoid the cars.And in this I was so far very successful, havingmade out a route of curious little zigzags. Butwhen I reached CorstorphineI found myself upagainst so steep a ridge, which shut me off fromthe Queensferry Road, that I had to tack awayWeto the West for several miles and finally approachthe ferry from the opposite direction.had sundry delays at a saddler's and elsewhere,and we had a feast of incidents.was a cart,First of all therewhose driver, having been overcomeby strong beverages, was gently sleeping to thepublic danger, while his conveyance blocked the