Harry Leon Wilson,
Ruggles of Red Gap
(1922)
“ The rougher or Bohemian element, being required to spring an extra shilling, would doubtless seek other places. For two days we again filed through mountain gorges of a most awkward character, reaching Red Gap at dusk. For this I was rather grateful, not only because of my beard and the overalls, but on account of a hat of the most shocking description which Cousin Egbert had pressed upon me when my own deer-stalker was lost in a glen. ”
