Virginia citizen. (Irvington, Va.) 1891-1921, 1908-08-28

hours in life. Probably that is why
some Americans have forsworn their
country.) At this end, it is noon when
you good people are breaking fast at
seven. We are to gain still another
hour Of life before reaching Rome. SO
We are informed.
After touching Neville, near Giant s
Causeway, on the north of ireland,
Sunday morning. we soon steamed into
the firth Cor mouth, or delta) of the
Clyde, but nothing could be seen.
because Of fog, untilwe almost reached
the river proper; but the screaming of
tugs, the blowing of fog horns and the
stentorian notes of great steamships
told that we had gotten once more
within civilized precincts. Presently
the fog lifted. and every one left their
luncheon to gaze on the beautiful sight.
On all sides were water craft of every
known description-for, you know, the
Clyde is the greatest ship building
water in the world. Here the fastest
and largest craft, from Indian canoes
to Britains massive Dreadnaughts, are
built. On the ways is frame that
will eclipse the war leviathan Dread
naught, and on other stills is the new
craft that Sir Thomas Liyton hopes
will capture the America cup. But
these did not interest US half so much
as did the chain Of busy towns upon
the banks that are fanked and protected
by Scotland's great peaks. Beyond
the beautiful green hills, and lesser
mounts, is Ben Lomond, the sentinel for
the most time capped with snow. made
immortal by SCOTS tate of Rob Roy.
Soon we pass, almost touching, Dunbar
Castle, upon a lone, huge rock in the
widened river, where Sir William Wal
lace was imprisoned and where today
hangs his sword that takes both hands
of good man to raise and WELD. How
he welded it with one, and with deadly
effect, is told in that prince of books,
Scottish Chiefs" On and on, up
the great, but narrowing and blacken-
ing river we steam for four hours.
Every Sunday about this hour one of
the Anchor Line steamers pulls in from
New York, and ready and watching are
the crowds on shore to bid welcome
home the exiled ones that each ship is
crowded with, while the ferry boats,
not so unlike our own, steam out into
the river to take off any that are des-
tined for the towns dotting the banks.
Then huge tug precedes and one at
taches itself behind our great ship
the first to tow and the other to assist
our helm in turning the bends,
Slowly and majestically we proceed
with the great town $500, 900 people,
of Glasgow ever in view. until we tie
to the massive stone docks. Then the
landing scene-the reverse of departing
is full of interest to the onlooker.
Mothers, fathers, sisters, wives, well
coming the homecoming of the long
departed. We ourselves make no hurry;
our suit cases 1--WE are travelling in such,
trunks being nuisance and expense here)
are overhauled and dumped by the
customs officers. Nothing valuable or
dangerous. in the shape of whiskey or
tobacco, being found in them, we are
permitted to repack and proceed to
our hotel. Others, unfortunate, are
marked "hold;" and the owners must
await more particular examination and
| appraisement. On whiskey and tobacco
are Britains highest tariff.
At the hotel we get ready for dinner
supper, we mean. A score of new
made friends from the boat have fallen
in upon the same hostelry; so with them,
after supper, We proceed upon the
streets to survey the scene. All is quiet
on this Sabbath eve, except the sweet
chimes from the church tower; nobody
in hurry apparently, not even to get
to church, or coming from it. Truly the
Presbyterian Scot is Sabbath keeper.
Our erudite Danvillian delivered himself
of another bright remark (the forty
thousandth. more or less), to the effect
that the Scotch were busy whetting
their knives on Sunday to scalp us on
Monday. We are standing in awe of the
promised ''hold-up" in Europe, and al
ready our hands have acquired the
jerks in going up.
At 9 p m. the birds hadn't yet gone
to roost, and the sun had just dropped
below the horizon. Ye editor began to
get shaky; his watch recorded 8 p. M,
and yet he could read paper upon the
streets. American like, he thought
Sol had gotten out of perihelion and
needed regulating; of course his Amer
lean watch couldnot be wrong. Another
thing awry was the street cars creeping
by on the left hand track, and one car
appeared piled upon another. They are
all double deckers over here, most of
the people riding on top in summer and
inside in winter. Of course these gil
RATES. can only creep around curves.
But we are now in Scotland, and that
is another chapter.