"Dearest mother, John Grey wrote, later that night. I am arrived safely at my new post, and find it comfortable. Colonel Quarry, my predecessor--he is the Duke of Clarence's nephew, you recall?--made me welcome and acquainted with my charge. I am provided with a most excellent servant, and while I am bound to find many things about Scotland strange at first, I am sure I will find the experience interesting. I was served an object for my supper which the steward told me was called a "haggis." Upon inquiry, this proved to be the interior organ of a sheep, filled with a mixture of ground oats and a quantity of unidentifiable cooked flesh. Though I am assured the inhabitants of Scotland esteem this dish a particular delicacy, I sent it to the kitchens and requested a plain boiled saddle of mutton in its place. Having thus made my first--humble!--meal here, and being somewhat fatigued by the long journey--of whose details I shall inform you in a subsequent missive--I believe I shall now retire, leaving further descriptions of my surroundings--with which I am imperfectly acquainted at present, as it is dark--for a future communication."