About five o’clock
I heard accounts of how the lambing had gone up the Cairn and the Deuch and a dozen other mysterious waters . Above half the men had lunched heavily and were highly flavoured with whisky , so they took no notice of me . We rumbled slowly into a land of little wooded glens and then to a great wide moorland place , gleaming with lochs , with high blue hills showing northwards . About five o'clock the carriage had emptied , and I was left alone as I had hoped . I got out at the next station , a little place whose name I scarcely noted , set right in the heart of a bog . It reminded me of one of those forgotten little stations in the Karroo . An old station-master was digging in his garden , and with his spade over his shoulder sauntered to the train , took charge of a parcel , and went back to his potatoes .