...west and lit up the sky, gilding the prominent cloud and changing the background into the "pink and rosy" hues of an ocean shell. Before night came we galloped into the ruined port of entry — Dumfries . So much for the poetical part of the ride; but imagine two woe be-gone horsemen, with clothing covered with the dirtiest kind of mud; faces like that of a former classmate we used to call "cle...