We never looked forward to a pleasure trip with so much misery as we did to our journey to the Hebrides. We wanted a holiday. "Go to Scotland," suggested the editor of Harper's. "Let us rather wander through unexplored France," we proposed, in a long letter, though we had already explored it for ourselves more than once. "Scotland would be better," was the answer in a short note. "But why not let us discover unknown Holland?" we asked, as if it had not been discovered a hundred times already. "Scotland would be better," was ...
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We never looked forward to a pleasure trip with so much misery as we did to our journey to the Hebrides. We wanted a holiday. "Go to Scotland," suggested the editor of Harper's. "Let us rather wander through unexplored France," we proposed, in a long letter, though we had already explored it for ourselves more than once. "Scotland would be better," was the answer in a short note. "But why not let us discover unknown Holland?" we asked, as if it had not been discovered a hundred times already. "Scotland would be better," was still the answer, and so to Scotland we went. It was a country about which we cared little, and knew less. We had heard of Highlands and Lowlands, of Melrose and Stirling, but for our lives we could not have pointed them out on the map. The rest of our knowledge was made up of confused impressions of Hearts of Mid-Lothian and Painters' Camps in the Highlands, Macbeths and Kidnappers, Skye terriers and Shetland shawls, blasted heaths and hills of mist, Rob Roys and Covenanters; and, added to these, positive convictions of an unbroken Scotch silence and of endless breakfasts of oatmeal, dinners of haggis, and suppers of whiskey. Hot whiskey punch is a good thing in its way, and at times, but not as a steady diet. Oatmeal we think an abomination. And as for haggis-well, we only knew it as it was once described to us by a poet: the stomach of some animal filled with all sorts of unpleasant things and then sewed up. We recalled the real dinners and friendly peasants of France and Italy, and hated the very name of Scotland.
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