The Henson Journals

[123]

Thursday, August 25th, 1910. Garvocks.

Another bad day following the now well established precedent of an hypocritical start. I went to his home with Mr McDougall, and returned before lunch – motor closed because of the rain. Everywhere are the tokens of destructive storms in flattened crops, and roads deeply trenched. In the afternoon mine host went a fishing, & I with him. After two hours in the rain I had caught one small trout, & he two more. A large heron flapped over the moor: & the grouse rose & fled before it. Miss Chichester, Stephen's choice in young ladies, arrived – a pretty pleasant maiden enough.

I finished a novel called "Senator North" by Gertrude Atherton: another picture of modern American life explicating two highly characteristic American phenomena – the Senate, and the Southern horror of the negroes.

Sir Charles tells me that a locomotive costs about £2800: & has an extreme life of 40 years, in the course of which it would wear out 3 boilers.

---