Then the long twighlight begins. We can read here until 9 to 9:30 at night by the fading light and many sat up nearly the whole night – our last night on board ship.
The next day, July 23rd we found ourselves anchored off - ______ - of the _____ - a scene exactly as if Lake George had beautiful buildings and _____ Castle round about and war-ships on her bosom. Landing at Princess Pier on a tender out baggage was examined in a perfunctory manner an we proceeded by special ___ to Glasgow. Wallace Bruce – Ex. ____ at Edinburg + wife was our fellow traveler and they both told us all they could of the points along the way – the buildings – customs – flora + fauna tc tc.
At Glasgow we were met by the a representative of the Caledonian R. R. who has since taken all care off our minds, provided for baggage and reserved special cars for us every where so that we do not even change cars at the usual places.
Glasgow is a slow town of 1000 000 inhabitants: the place as they say where is the money is made that is _____ in Edinburg. Dirty and uninteresting except for the cathedral and the beautiful gothic university buildings[.]

From there our trip thro’ the Scottish Lakes was charming at every point. We (steamed?) thro the little lakes, the scenes of Scotts ____ of the Lake, and then coached from lake to lake also visiting Stirling Castle At Edinburg – every body says Edinboro – we had a fine hotel – and the city itself is the finest things far and away than I ever expect to see. The broadway of the place is built along the top of one bank of a great ravine, the buildings being only on our side of the street[.] this ravine is of course made into a beautiful park and on the other side of the ravine only on a mighty hill is the great castle stretching along for a mile I should say, in magic beauty. Where the castle stops the fine houses of the city begin and the scene from the street is one you could never tire of seeing[.] We saw the castle of course – the great banquet halls, the chapel – a fit residence for the kings we read about. We also saw Holy road and the rooms of Queen Mary – her bed now moth eaten her mirrow – the door + secret stair where Daruley surprised her and the supper room adjoining where the stabbing took place. I remember so well the thrilling interest with which I read Lamartines Life of Mary when about 15 years old!