History of the class of '70, Department of literature, science and the arts . that age to shift forhimself. We will give his ownwords. I began by earning 62^cents per week in the Busby printworks, and later $ per week,bound to a sort of child-slavery ina manufacturing establishment in(dasgow. My great delight whena boy was to watch, in leisure mo-ments, the big ships on the RiverClyde, loading and unloading their cargoes, and to view thestrange flags and dark skinned sailors, and I always longed togo with them when they sailed away that I might escape fromsurroundings against which I conti
History of the class of '70, Department of literature, science and the arts . that age to shift forhimself. We will give his ownwords. I began by earning 62^cents per week in the Busby printworks, and later $ per week,bound to a sort of child-slavery ina manufacturing establishment in(dasgow. My great delight whena boy was to watch, in leisure mo-ments, the big ships on the RiverClyde, loading and unloading their cargoes, and to view thestrange flags and dark skinned sailors, and I always longed togo with them when they sailed away that I might escape fromsurroundings against which I continually rebelled. A penny storyof Sinbad the Sailor, with pictures, was the first book read, fol-lowed by the sea story Ben Brace and Robinson Crusoe and thelike, recounting adventures and telling of strange seas and lands,plants, wild beasts and wild men, thus exciting the imaginationand ending finally in my shipping on the good ship Inkerman asa sailor boy. The ships company attired me in a sailor hat, sur-rounded with plenty ribbon ; a l)lue shirt with the ships name in. 140 Class of 70, University of Michigan. large white letters across the breast; low shoes ami white pantsheld up by a belt, exposing a large knife, such as sailors this filled me with delight and vanity. When at length thecargo was stowed away and the tide and wind favored our de-parture, the ca])tain shouted, All—hands—up anchor—a-hovand followed this with other orders to loose sails and square theyards; meanwhile, the sailors, heaving up anchor, joined in thehearty chorus, Fare thee well, old Glasgow town—yo—ho—fare thee well,and when the big ship swung around, as the sails filled by thebreeze and she began to move through the water, I experiencedone of the happy moments of my life, for we were sailing awavfrom the past, with all the bright, new world liefore me. At first, all orders were unintelligible. 1 simply took a baudwith the crew in everything, whether on deck or aloft, though
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