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FROM EDINBURGH TO THE ANTARCTIC 
noo, wha bided up the Carse o' Gowrie yonder, in ma 
faither's auld farm-hoose, ye ken, — man, I mind it weel. 
Her sicht was somethin* wonerfu', nae specs, ye ken, 
night or day was a' ane to her. I hae seen her sitting i' 
the ingle-neuk reading awa' at her Bible, an' it mirk enow 
for a moose no' to hae kent the gait til its ane mou. 
But as I was saying, what was mair extraordinar than 
her second-sicht was, twa year afore she deeVd, and that 
wasna mickle short o' a hunert, she had the maist wonerfu' 
third set o' teeth, 'maist guid as her first anes. Ou ay, 
I can weel believe in second sicht. 1 I was evidently on 
the wrong track for superstitions. 
I now have to put before you, ladies and gentlemen, a 
pen drawing by an unknown artist of a very interesting- 
subject It is executed by that prolific artist in his very 
best pre-Raphaelite manner. In the centre of this com- 
position the spectator will observe a cask. Notice m 
passant the delicacy of execution, <:he grace of line and 
the masterly knowledge of his subject which the artist 
displays in his conscientious rendering of this unpre- 
tentious flour-barrel. To the right of the spectator there 
stands a figure remarkable alike for grandeur of pose 
and nobility of expression, it represents the celebrated 
character on the Balaena, namely, Jock Harvey. Harvey 
put the cooper in the tub and everybody laughed but 
the cooper. When the cooper came out with his moist 
face and black, stubbly chin, covered with flour, with 
flour in his eyes and all over him, spluttering and cuss- 
ing, he made about the funniest figure I ever set eyes 
on. How we laughed ! for weeks after the whole 
