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ABERDEEN UNIVERSITY LIFE [ch. ii. 
because he was a stranger, and I could not help 
looking often at him. I wish,” he continues, “ I 
had the gas-lights of Glasgow to set them burning- 
all night. My knapsack shall be in under my head 
—a good light and fair - play, I care na Deil’s a 
bodle, but in truth I would rather encounter Auld 
Sootie than a parcel of Irish tinkers.” 
“Yesterday morning,” he writes at Lough¬ 
borough on Sunday the 17th, “I rose before eight: 
the Irishmen were getting their breakfast ready. 
got a pennyworth of tea and a pennyworth of 
sugar and twopence worth of bread, and break- 
lasted very comfortably. I then sallied forth. 
I he weather was delightful.” 
He found some plants that interested him, and, 
on reaching Derby, he purchased a little bread and 
cheese, on which he dined in a field, after which he 
proceeded on his journey and passed through 
Leicester. 
“ I felt uncommonly cheerful and fresh ” he 
writes, “and proceeded 4 or 5 miles further— 
in all 15 or 16. The sky became suddenly 
oi ei cast and rain began to fall. A barnyard with 
some large haystacks appeared irresistibly inviting 
and so I clambered over the fence and sat down by 
a, stack, where I amused me for some time by 
picking oats. I then rose and searched for and 
got a convenient dormitory. At length I found a 
heap of straw, and making a hole in it, entered and 
lay down with my knapsack under my head and a 
andkerchief about it. The night was very cold 
and the wind blew through the straw, so that I 
could not sleep. The sky was clear and the keen- 
