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miles, the greater part of that distance being in the 

 river Clyde, he was no great sailor. By the time they 

 reached Ailsa Craig, he was frightfully sea-sick, and 

 feeling as if he did not care whether the vessel went 

 to the bottom or not a sentiment with which so 

 many of us know how to sympathize, although it is 

 said that any actual display of a disposition on the 

 part of the ship to go down puts the sentiment to 

 flight, and makes the sufferer really anxious to keep 

 afloat. 



The vessel arrived safely at Liverpool about 8 a.m. 

 on Sunday, or as David had been accustomed to call 

 it, Sabbath morning. Although he took a com- 

 paratively liberal view of the privileges of that day, 

 and had once even been lured into capturing butter- 

 flies in the course of it, none the less was he now 

 much surprised to see the windmills all going at 

 full speed, and, when he went ashore, to hear the 

 clank of hammers and the noise of machinery in 

 the workshops, and to notice other places of business 

 open. Upon inquiring, he found that certain trades 

 kept their places open on Sunday till breakfast time, 

 and some others for the greater part of the day. 



He had Sunday to spend in Liverpool, and had 

 time to take a walk in the suburbs. There he was 

 still more surprised to see men working in their 

 gardens, others going with their baskets and rods to 

 fish, birdcatchers with their cages and call-birds, and 

 in general a scene showing that Sunday was not 

 viewed in the same light in England as it was in 

 Scotland. 



On Monday, by rail and coach, he reached the 



