the two masts named the galley, and here the cooking was done.  The cook was an old man, gruff and crusty, who had spent most of his life in a Dundee whaler.  In the Arctic region his good nature had got frozen and was not yet thawed out.  He would allow nobody near and got angry when suggestions were tendered.  He made good porridge and tasty soup, anything else he spoiled.  As these alone were cooked in bulk and measured out, the passengers took to the galley the food they wished to be cooked.  That each family get back what they gave in, the food was placed in bags of netted twine and then slipped into the coppers of boiling water.  The mistress was a famous hand at roley-poley, and for the first Sunday after sea-sickness had gone, she prepared a big one as a treat.  It looked right and smelled good, but the first spoonful showed it had a wonderful flavor.  In the boiler the net beside it held a nuckle of smoked ham.  The laughter and jokes made us forget the taste of the ham and not a scrap of the roley-poley was left.  Our greatest lack was milk for the children, and we all resented being scrimped in drinking-water, though before the voyage ended we became reconciled to that, for the water grew bad.

CHAPTER III.

There were 43 passengers.  There were two families besides our own, and outside of them were a number of young men, plowmen and shepherds, intent on getting land and sending for their people to join them the next spring.  There was an exception in a middle-aged man, brisk and spruce, who held himself to be above his fellow-passengers, and said nothing about where he came from or who he was.  The only information he gave was, that he had been in the mercantile line, and that he was to be addressed as Mr Snellgrove.  He waved his right hand in conversation and spoke in a lofty way, which to Allan and myself was funny.  When he had got his sealegs and his appetite, he began lecturing the passengers as to what they ought to do, enlarging on organizing a committee, of which he was to be head.  I think I see him, strutting up and down the deck by the side of the captain with whom it gratified him to walk.  The only other passenger besides him who was not connected with farming was Mr Kerr, to whom I became much attached.  He was well-informed on subjects I had heard of but knew nothing, and we talked by the hour.  His companionship was to me an intellectual awakening.  Among his purchases in Troon was material for a suit of clothes, which he made during the voyage, for he was a tailor.  He had left Greenock in such haste that he had not time to go to his lodging for any of his belongings.  Mr Snellgrove affected to despise him both for his trade and his political principles, and never missed an opportunity to sneer at him; Mr Kerr never replied.