Some years ago, when a new railway was opened in the Highlands, a
Highlander heard of it, and bought a ticket for the first excursion. The
train was about half the distance to the next station when a collision
took place, and poor Donald was thrown unceremoniously into an adjacent
park. After recovering his senses, he made the best of his way home,
when the neighbours asked him how he liked his ride. “Oh,” replied
Donald, “I liked it fine; but they have an awfu’ nasty quick way in
puttin’ ane oot.”