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Dr John Hutchison associated himself with the vote of thanks, 

 and referred in feeling terms to his association, as a boy, with 

 the founder, Dr David Robertson. The meeting then terminated, 

 whereupon various small sections were formed for a tour of 

 inspection. The treasures of the museum were closely inspected, 

 as well as the living tenants of the large tank aquariums, the 

 class laboratories, and the research work rooms. To attempt a 

 detailed account of all to be seen and learned as a result of a 

 visit to a marine biological station, such as that at Millport, 

 would, in a few notes, be courting the impossible. Suffice it to 

 say, that, to an inland naturalist such as myself, the visit I was 

 enabled to make under such auspices, was a practical education. 

 To see at first hand, living inhabitants of the deep in their own 

 sea water, as living, and, let us hope, as happy creatures, was an 

 experience not easily forgotten. One can only hope that such 

 valuable work as is being carried out on the Clyde will receive 

 the support it so richly deserves, and that upon our English 

 coast similar stations will be put into operation, with a Govern- 

 ment grant towards their upkeep. 



Other more famous Lochs and Islands on the west coast of 

 Scotland northwards to Skye have also a never-to-be-forgotten 

 niche in my storehouse of journeys round the British coast, 

 as to which I have already written at some length in the previous 

 chapter, and I may conclude this very rapid peep at my various 

 itineraries by relating a few experiences inland at Paisley. 



Of Paisley itself, the less said the better. Candidly, I do not 

 care for the place. I suppose it is like most other cities where 

 there is extreme wealth, for here, sure enough, is also extreme 

 poverty. The dominant factor in the prosperity of Paisley is 

 the cotton industry, and when I saw an army of thousands of 

 employees (mostly young girls) leaving work in a solid mass I 

 was greatly impressed with the scene before me. 



Perhaps, I had better say straight away that Scotch towns 

 in general do not appeal to me, and Paisley is one of these, and 

 therefore no exception to the rule. The reason is not far to seek, 

 As the reader may already know, the tenement system holds 

 good in Scotland, and to one hailing from a Garden City, " where 

 all is bright and beautiful, and only man is vile," the tenement 

 system is somewhat distressing. One block of tenement dwell- 

 ings pointed out to me at Shawlands Cross, Glasgow, contained, 

 so I was told, at least 2000 people : men, women, and children ! 

 Needless to say, there are no gardens to these tenements, and 



