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8 foot yonder. It seems too that the call of the pears and apples on the other side of a broken bottle parapeted dyke, has
been a seductive one in all ages. Rises now before me an old world garden with quiet walks, and restful silence, at the foot
of the back roads, opposite Winterfield Mains. Everything there, the high dyke, bottle bottoms, the waiting fruit, and intrepid
pagans . What a gloriously descriptive appellation. Nothing higher can ever be bestowed on a true Dunbar laddie. Then you
told about the ploys with your Brother after bedtime, and I fell to wondering where you lived. You told of a garden behind,
and my fancy picked out a house on the West side of the High St next to Combe the caunlemaker's kept as a pig shop downstairs
by one Sam Harrington in my day. I guessed 5 tower on Knock-in hair is incorporated into what is termed a mansion built
by the Sirdar of Egypt. Peter Lawson I have heard my Uncle James speak of and also Mungo Siddons. Siddons Society is still
to the fore. I suppose you know that, and often have I carried my Masters monthly payment to the wee room in the Corn Exchange.
My Uncle used to tell a story about Mr Siddons which I jotted down and will type a copy for you, along with another one when
the port of Dunbar was in its glory. My earliest recollection of Dunbar schools is a clear one of the Charity School at the
South end of Castle Street, between my grandfather's gunsmith's shop, and the foot of the Corn Exchange close. It was taught
by Thomas White, father of the present Town-Clerk. I would go in there sometimes, and he would give me words 05419