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Title: Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 103, August 13, 1892
Release Date: February 22, 2005 [eBook #15142]
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Once again "my foot is on my native heath."--(I don't know where this quotation comes from, but presume the author of it had lost a leg, or he would have placed _his feet_ there--or else he must have had one leg shorter than the other, and so _couldn't_ put both down at once!)--and heartily glad I am to be there--we had a most alarming passage from Jersey, and I thought every moment would be my last--(_for a time_)--but I was cheered and stimulated to endurance by the noble example of my friend and fellow-passenger The MACDOUGAL--Chief of the Clan--who was obtrusively well up to lunch-time!--but I had my revenge then, for he was unable to face the dish of Haggis that I am given to understand every right-minded Scotchman thinks it his duty to eat at least once a day.
However, "I pulled through all right," as Lord ARTHUR would say, and was so delighted with my sailor-like indifference to the "rolling-sea," that I adopted a rolling-walk on landing, which was most impressive, to judge from the staring of the inhabitants of Weymouth!--(I may confess to _you_ that I couldn't help myself; everything was going up and down and sideways, for _hours_ after I landed, and I really think the sea ought to be done away with, or flattened out by some means!--there's a fortune for the man who invents the machine which will do it!)--I should prefer it done away with myself, as then there would be no mackerel-fishing!