When traveling from Edinburgh to Glasgow, the tramp has two routes--one by way of Bathgate, the other by way of Linlithgow. Neither of them is a good begging highway. The people along the road are, as the German tramp would say, _ausgepumpt_. Nevertheless, it must be traveled afoot, for railway fares in Great Britain are much too high for the beggar's purse. Ryborg and I determined this time to separate, he going through Bathgate, and I by way of Linlithgow. In this way we covered more ground, and at the same time Ryborg had the desired opportunity to play the tramp alone. His argument for the experiment ran in this wise: "To save my life, I don't seem to be able to talk with these beggars more than two minutes at a time, and I'm really afraid that I am spoiling your scheme. You see, if they discover that I am not what I pretend to be, our work is in danger; so I'll try this trip alone, and see if I can't get a little more into the tramp spirit." We promised to find each other in front of the general post-office in Glasgow. On the whole journey I found but one interesting moocher, and that a moocheress. She traveled my way for about two hours, and as she smoked my cigarettes she gave me a little of her biography. She had lived just fifty years, did not know when she entered trampdom, had no recollection of her parents, and believed mainly in "booze," as she called it. She prided herself on being a fighting woman, as do a great many of the English Judies. "Why, I'm a reg'lar Charley Mitchell," said she, "when I want to be." "Wouldn't you rather be a John L. Sullivan?" said I, to test her patriotism. "Oh, yes, ef I wuz Amerikin; but I'm English--I'm patriotic, I am." "Then," said I, "you wouldn't want to be Lackie Thompson." "D' you want t' insult me?" said she. "Naw; I wouldn' be anything Scot-like." "How is it, Judy, that you are in Scotland, then?" "Oh, I'm just lookin' fer me mate. I lost him in Edinburgh, an' 's soon 's I find him, I'm goin' back to England." Just before I left her she said: "Tell me how you draw thet smoke in. I've heard thet it's real good; but how d' you do it?" I told her how to inhale the smoke of a cigarette. She tried it, choked, and promised herself by all the gods of her poor heaven never to try it again. English Judies are great smokers, but they use clay pipes, as a rule.