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DEDICATION.
CHARLES BAXTER, ^Yriter to the Sifjnet
My Dear Charles,
It is the fate of sequels to disappoint
those who have waited for them ; and my David,
having been left to kick his heels for more than a
lustre in the British Linen Company's office, must
expect his late re-appearance to be greeted Avith hoots,
if not v\'itli missiles. Yet, Avhen I remember the days
of our explorations, I am not Avithout hope. There
should be left in our native city some seed of the elect ;
some long-legged, hot-headed youth must repeat to-day
our dreams and wanderings of so many years ago ;
he Avill relish the pleasure, which should have been
ours, to folloAV among named streets and numbered
houses the country Avalks of David Balfour, to identify
Dean, and Silvermills, and Broughton, and Hope
Park, and Pilrig, and poor old Lochend — if it still be
standing, and the Figgatc Whins — if there be any of