A Remarkable Life

I enjoyed greatly the company of the gillies*, whether Highland or Lowland...The old type of gillie is fast disappearing--the type with a beard like Moses and little English, who always lit the dottle in a foul pipe before starting on a steep ascent...The old type used to labour heavily. 'D'ye see yon white stone?'--'I see a million white stones.'--'Ah, but d'ye see another?'

On of my favorite anecdotes. "D'ye see yon white stone?," lolol.

*guides