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ALL SORTS OF CARAVANNERS 147service in a dark littlecowshed, where the congregationpacked themselves in as best they couldamong sacks of artificial manure and storedimplements.I think he could hardly have hada more impressive pulpit, standing as he did inthe failing light of the doorway, with his tallfigure thrown up against the distant view of themountains behind. It was almost dark by thetime his long discourse came to an end, and wehad to grope our way out into the air. After thathe came to spend the evening with us and tell usmore of his reminiscences. And of course wediscussed stoves, a point on which he was particularlysound.It was the Glasgow Fair week when we reachedCallander, so that we had some neighbours in ourcamping-ground, a mile out of the town. Threeother caravans appeared in the course of the twodays. One of these was the real thing a party ofindiscriminate traders, ready to deal in baskets,tin cans or horses, or to take their place in atravelling show if necessary.patriarchal method.Theirs was the trueIt was fine to see them drawin and instantly, even before the horse was out,produce a large arm-chair in which the father ofthe tribe took up his position with his pipe,directing the operations of the women and