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of the Eira crew, came to the docks to welcome those they 
had long thought dead. Their feet were so sore with the 
pavements that they had to stop at the first shop and buy 
canvas shoes. After the triumph in Peterhead, and the day 
spent in festivities, Harvey took the night train to Dundee 
and set off to the far end of the town to his home. Half 
way up the town his feet became so sore, and he was so 
tired with the day's excitement, and nervous with pro- 
spect of meeting his wife and children, that he sat down 
on a doorstep to pull himself together. As he sat there a 
policeman came by and flashed his lantern on the dejected- 
looking figure, gave him a shove and told him to move 
on. But Harvey felt at that moment he had as much 
right to his share of native soil as the policeman, and told 
him so, and a little more besides. And the policeman, 
an ordinary individual, with more sense of duty than 
common sense, collared our friend and marched him up 
to the police station. 
* What 's your charge ? ' said the superintendent. . — 
'Drunk and disorderly, sir/ said policeman M'Crae. 
Then weather-beaten Harvey was questioned, .and 
answered with his fine-weather, childlike smile, both hands 
across his waistcoat. 
( Now, my man, what 's your name ? ' 
'Jock Harvey, sir/ 
4 What trade ? ' 
* Sailor, sir.' 
'Ship?' 
4 The Eira, sir.' 
1 Tuts, man, the Eira's been lost this year back.' 
