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a single word ; we all sat like so many owls of different 

 species, as if afraid of one another, and on the qui vivc, 

 all as dull as the barren country I travelled this day. A 

 few glimpses of dwarflike yellow pines here and there 

 seemed to wish to break the dreariness of this portion 

 of Scotland, but the attempt was in vain, and I sat watch- 

 ing the crows that flew under the dark sky foretelling 

 winter's approach. I arrived here too late to see any 

 portion of the town, for when the coach stopped at the 

 Black Bull all was so dark that I could only see it was 

 a fine, broad, long street. 



November 8. I am off to-morrow morning, and perh^.ps 

 forever will say farewell to Glasgow. I have been here 

 four days and have obtained o/ie subscriber. One sub- 

 scriber in a city of 150,000 souls, rich, handsome, and with 

 much learning. Think of 1400 pupils in one college ! 

 Glasgow is a fine city ; the Clyde here is a small stream 

 crossed by three bridges. The shipping consists of about 

 a hundred brigs and schooners, but I counted eighteen 

 steam vessels, black, ugly things as ever were built. One 

 sees few carriages, but thousands of carts. 



Edinburgh, November 9. In my old lodgings, after a 

 journey back from the " City of the West " which was 

 agreeable enough, all the passengers being men of intellect 

 and social natures. 



November 10. I left this house this morning an hour 

 and a half before day, and pushed off for the sea-shore, 

 or, as it is called, The Firth. It was calm and rather cold, 

 but I enjoyed it, and reached Professor Jameson's a few 

 minutes before breakfast. I was introduced to the " Lord 

 of Ireland," an extremely intelligent person and an enthu- 

 siast in zoological researches ; he had been a great travel- 

 ler, and his conversation was highly interesting. In the 

 afternoon I went to the summit of Arthur's Seat; the day 

 was then beautiful and the extensive view cheered my 

 spirits. 



