ARRIVAL AT GLASGOW.
One of the greatest drawbacks to the pleasure of travelling in Scotland,
especially among the Highlands, is the rain. It usually rains more in
mountainous countries than in those that are level, for the mountains,
rising into the higher and colder regions of the atmosphere, chill and
condense the vapors that are floating there, on the same principle by
which a tumbler or a pitcher, made cold by iced water placed within it,
condenses the moisture from the air, upon the outside of it, on a
summer's day. It is also probable that the mountain summits produce
certain effects in respect to the electrical condition of the
atmosphere, on which it is well known that the formation of clouds and
the falling of rain greatly depend--though this subject is yet very
little understood. At all events, the western part of Scotland is one of
the most rainy regions in the world, and travellers who visit it must
expect to have their plans and arrangements very often and very
seriously interfered with by the state of the weather.
The changes are quite unexpected too; for sometimes you will see dark
masses of watery vapor, coming suddenly into view, and driving swiftly
across the sky, where a few moments before every thing had appeared
settled and serene. These scuds are soon followed by others, more and
more dense and threatening, until, at last, there come drenching showers
of rain, which drive every body to the nearest shelter, if there is any
shelter at hand.
Such a change as this came on while Mr. George had been making
arrangements with Mr. Kennedy for taking Waldron under his charge; and
just as Waldron and Rollo had gone away to see what plan they could
devise in respect to the hotel, it began to rain. The clouds and mists,
too, concealed the shores almost entirely from view, and the passengers
began to go below. Mr. George followed their example. On his way he
passed a sheltered place where he saw Waldron and Rollo engaged in
conversation, and he told them, as he passed them, that when they were
ready to report they would find him below.
In about fifteen minutes the boys came down to him.
"Uncle George," said Rollo, "we have found out that there are a good
many excellent hotels in Glasgow, but we think we had better go to the
Queen's."
"Yes, sir," said Waldron. "It fronts on a handsome square, where they
are going to have an exhibition of flowers to-morrow, with tents and
music."
"And shall you wish to go and see the flowers?" asked Mr. George.
"No, sir," said Waldron. "I don't care much about the flowers, but I
should like to see the tents, and to hear the music."
"Then, besides, uncle George," said Rollo, "we are coming to the mouth
of the river pretty soon, and as soon as we get in we shall come to
Greenock; and there is a railroad from Greenock up to Glasgow, so that
we can go ashore there, if you please, and go up to Glasgow quick by the
railroad. A great many of the passengers are going to do that."
"Do you think that would be a good plan?" asked Mr. George.
"Why, yes," said Rollo, "I _should_ think it would be a good plan, if we
had not paid our passage through by the steamer."
"And what do _you_ think about it, Waldron?" asked Mr. George.
"I should like it," said Waldron. "The fare is only one and sixpence. I
should have preferred to go up in the steamer if it had been pleasant,
so that we could see the ships and steamers on the stocks; but it is so
misty and rainy that we cannot see any thing at all. So, if you would go
up by the railroad, and then, to-morrow, when it is pleasant, come down
a little way again, on one of the steamboats, to see the river, I should
like it very much."
"But I shall have to stay at home to-morrow," said Mr. George, "and
write letters to send to America. It is the last day."
"Then let Rollo and me go down by ourselves," said Waldron.
"Yes, uncle George," said Rollo, "let us go by ourselves."
"Ah," said Mr. George. "I am not sure that that would be safe. I am not
much acquainted with Waldron yet, and I don't know what his character
is, in respect to judgment and discretion."
"O, I think he has got good judgment," said Rollo. "We will both be very
careful."
"Yes, sir," said Waldron, "we certainly will."
"O, boys' promises," said Mr. George, "in respect to such things as
that, are good for nothing at all. I never place any reliance upon them
whatever."
"O uncle George!" exclaimed Rollo.
"Well, now, would you, if you were in my case?" said Mr. George. "I will
leave it to you, Waldron. Suppose a strange boy, that you know no more
about than I do of you, were to come to you with a promise that he would
be _very careful_ if you would let him go somewhere, and that he would
not go into any dangerous places, or expose himself to any risks,--would
you think it safe to trust him?"
"Why, no, sir," said Waldron, reluctantly. "I don't think I should.
Perhaps I might _try_ him."
"According to my experience," said Mr. George, "you can't trust to boys'
promises in the least. It is not that they make promises with the
intention of breaking them, but they don't know what breaking them is. A
boy who is not careful does not know the difference between being
careful and being careless; and so he breaks his promise, and then, if
he gets into any trouble by his folly, he says, 'I did not think there
was any harm in that.'
"No," added Mr. George, in conclusion, shaking his head gravely as he
spoke. "I never place any reliance on such promises."
"Then how can you tell whether to trust a boy or not?" asked Rollo.
"I never can tell," said Mr. George, "until he is proved. When he is
tried and proved, then I know him; but not before."
"Well," said Rollo, "then let Waldron and me go down the river
to-morrow, if it is pleasant, and let that be for our trial."
"It might, possibly, be a good plan to let you go, on that ground," said
Mr. George. He said this in a musing manner, as if considering the
question.
"I will think of it," said he. "I'll see if I can think of any
conditions on which I can allow you to go, and I will tell you about it
at the hotel. And now, in regard to going up to Glasgow. I'll leave it
to you and Waldron to decide. You must go and ascertain all the
facts--such as how soon the train leaves after we arrive, and how much
sooner we shall get up there, if we go in it. Then you must take charge
of all the baggage, too, and see that it goes across safe from the
steamer to the station, and attend to the whole business."
"Yes, sir," said Waldron, "we will. We'll get a cab, and put the baggage
right in."
"Can't you get it across without a cab?" said Mr. George. "I don't see
how I can afford to take a cab, very well; for you see we have to incur
an extra expense as it is, to go in the cars at all, since we have
already paid our passage up by the steamer."
"Well, sir," said Waldron, eagerly, "we can carry the baggage across
ourselves. Let us go and look at it, Rollo, and see how much there is."
So the boys went off with great eagerness to look at the baggage. In a
few minutes they returned again, wearing very bright and animated
countenances.
"Yes, sir," said Waldron, "we can take it all just as well as not. I can
take your valise, and Rollo can take my things, and I can carry your
knapsack under my arm."
"O, I am willing to help," said Mr. George. "I can help in carrying the
things, provided I do not have any _care_. If you will count up all the
things that are to go, and see that they all do go, and then count them
again when we get into the railway carriage, so as to be sure that they
are all there, and thus save me from responsibility, that is all I ask,
and I will carry any thing you choose to give me."
"Well, sir," said Waldron.
Indeed, Waldron was very much pleased to find how completely Mr. George
was putting the business under his and Rollo's charge.
"And now," said Mr. George, "I think you had better tell your father and
mother about this plan of our going ashore at Greenock. They may like
to do so, too."
"O, they know all about it," said Waldron, "and they are going. Mother
says that she has had enough of the steamer."
Not long after this the steamer arrived at Greenock, and made fast to
the pier. A large number of the passengers went ashore. The rain had
ceased, which was very fortunate for those who were to walk to the
station; though, of course, the streets were still wet. As soon as the
boat was made fast, Mr. George went to the plank, and there he found
Waldron and Rollo ready, with the baggage in their hands. Mr. George
took his valise, though at first Waldron was quite unwilling to give it
up.
"O, yes," said Mr. George; "I have no objection to hard work. What I
don't like is care. If you and Rollo will take the care off my mind,
that is all I ask."
"Well," said Waldron, "we will. And now I wonder which way we must go,
to get to the station."
"I am sure I don't know," said Mr. George. As he said this his
countenance assumed a vacant and indifferent expression, as if he
considered that the finding of the way to the station was no concern of
his.
"Ah!" exclaimed Waldron, "this is the way. See!" So saying, Waldron
pointed to a sign put up near the end of the pier, with the words
RAILROAD STATION painted upon it, and a hand indicating the way to go.
As the sun had now come out, the party had quite a pleasant walk to the
station. Mr. George had all his clothes in a light and small valise
which he could carry very easily in his hand. Some of Rollo's clothes
were in this valise, too, and the rest were in a small carpet bag.
Waldron's were in a carpet bag, too. Besides these things there were
some coats and umbrellas to be carried in the hand, and Mr. George and
Rollo had each a knapsack, which they had bought in Switzerland. These
knapsacks were hung at their sides. They were light, for at this time
there was very little in them.
Rollo and Waldron stopped once in the street to inquire if they were on
the right way to the station; and finding that they were, they went on,
and soon arrived at the gateway. They went in at a spacious entrance,
and thence ascended a long and very wide flight of stairs, which led to
the second story. There they found an area, covered with a glass roof,
and surrounded with offices of various kinds pertaining to the station.
In the centre was a train of cars, with a locomotive at the head of it,
apparently all ready for a start. Passengers were walking to and fro on
the platform, and getting into the carriages.
On one side was a book stand, where a boy was selling books. There was a
counter before, and shelves against the walls behind. The shelves were
filled with books. These books were in fancy-colored paper bindings, and
seemed to consist chiefly of guide books and tales, and other similar
works suited to the wants of travellers.
Mr. George laid his valise down upon a bench near by, and began to look
at the books. Waldron and Rollo put their baggage down in the same way,
and followed his example.
While they were standing there they saw Mr. and Mrs. Kennedy and the two
girls coming up the stairs. They were accompanied by a porter.
Mrs. Kennedy stopped a moment to speak to Waldron as she went by.
"Now, Waldron," said she, "you must be very careful, and not get into
any difficulty. Keep close to Mr. George all the time, and don't get run
over when you get in and out of the cars. You had better button up your
jacket. It is very damp, and you will take cold, I am afraid."
So saying, she began to button up Waldron's jacket in front, giving it
a pull this way and that to make it set better.
"Don't, mother!" said Waldron. "I'm so hot."
So he shook his shoulders a little uneasily, and tried to turn away. But
his mother insisted that his jacket should be buttoned up, at least part
way.
"Come, my dear," said Mr. Kennedy, speaking to his wife; "we have no
time to lose. The train is going."
So Mr. Kennedy bade Waldron good by, and hurried on, and Waldron
immediately unbuttoned his jacket again, saying at the same time,--
"Come, Mr. George, it is time for us to go aboard."
"Have you got the tickets?" said Mr. George, quietly, still keeping his
eyes upon a book that he was examining.
"No," said Waldron. "Are _we_ to get the tickets?"
"Of course," said Mr. George. "I have nothing to do with it. You and
Rollo have undertaken to get me to Glasgow without my having any thought
or concern about it."
"Well, come, Rollo, quick; let's go and get them. Where's the booking
office?"
At the English stations the place where the tickets are bought is called
the booking office. It is necessary to procure tickets, or you cannot
commence the journey; for it is not customary, as in America, to allow
the passengers the privilege, when they desire it, of paying in the
cars.
"Do you know where the booking office is, Mr. George?" said Waldron.
"No," said Mr. George, "but if you look about you will find it."
So Waldron and Rollo ran off to find the office. It was down stairs.
Before they came back with the tickets the train was gone.
"It is no matter," said Mr. George. "Indeed, I think it is my fault
rather than yours, for it was not distinctly understood that you were to
get the tickets. There will be another train pretty soon, I presume. In
the mean time I should like to look at these books, and you and Rollo
can amuse yourselves about the station."
So Waldron and Rollo went off to see if they could find a time table, in
order to learn when the next train would go. They found that there would
be another train in an hour. In the mean time it began to rain again,
which prevented the party from taking a walk about the town; so they had
to amuse themselves at the station as they best could.
There was a refreshment room at the station, and the boys thought at
first that it would be a good plan to have something to eat; but,
finally, they concluded that they would wait, and have a regular dinner
at the coffee room of the hotel. Mr. George left them to decide the
question themselves as they thought best.
The hour, however, soon glided away, and at the end of it the party took
their seats in the train, and were trundled rapidly along the banks of
the river to Glasgow. The road lay through beautiful parks a
considerable portion of the way, with glimpses of the water here and
there between the trees. The view of the scenery, however, was very much
impeded by the falling rain.