The canadian magazine of politics, science, art and literature, November 1910-April 1911 . shop and changed somesilver for half-pennies. Then, goingagain into the street, I heaved a dozenor more of them into the air, and withthe scramble that ensued upon theirdescent I managed to escape. Now I was free to look about; Wo-men with shawls over their heads andjugs in their hands passed to andfrom the tap-rooms, and in the mid-dle of the street, and indeed every-where, were groups of men whose stat-ure and appearance gave them no titleof Scotelunen. I thought that some-thing important had happened

The canadian magazine of politics, science, art and literature, November 1910-April 1911 . shop and changed somesilver for half-pennies. Then, goingagain into the street, I heaved a dozenor more of them into the air, and withthe scramble that ensued upon theirdescent I managed to escape. Now I was free to look about; Wo-men with shawls over their heads andjugs in their hands passed to andfrom the tap-rooms, and in the mid-dle of the street, and indeed every-where, were groups of men whose stat-ure and appearance gave them no titleof Scotelunen. I thought that some-thing important had happened Stock Photo
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The canadian magazine of politics, science, art and literature, November 1910-April 1911 . shop and changed somesilver for half-pennies. Then, goingagain into the street, I heaved a dozenor more of them into the air, and withthe scramble that ensued upon theirdescent I managed to escape. Now I was free to look about; Wo-men with shawls over their heads andjugs in their hands passed to andfrom the tap-rooms, and in the mid-dle of the street, and indeed every-where, were groups of men whose stat-ure and appearance gave them no titleof Scotelunen. I thought that some-thing important had happened andthat they were discussing it. I hadjust heard about Jenny Geddes havingthrown her stool at Dean Hannay ashe began to read in St. Giles Cathe-dral the service of the Church of Eng-land. Although it was news to me, the incident occurred away back in1627, and was the firet stroke in thegreat struggle for freedom of con-science. But the groups, unlike me.hadnt this event in mind at all. andthen it occurred to me that perhapsthey were criticising Robert LouisStevensons admiration for High. OLD PLAYHipL SK (LU.SK street and the environment. I soonlearned that they were permittingRobert Louis to rest peacefully in hisgrave, but I had yet to know thatthey werent even discussing the in-delicacy of Smollett, whose novel-writing had been done in a house ap-proached through one of the holes inthe wall. I didnt even know thatthey werent at fever heat over thefact that criminals ears had been cutoff and nailed to the gallows hard bythe old market cross. They used to 125 do that away back in 1600: at least, they nailed something to the gallows, but whether it was the ears or what re-mained I couldnt discover. These things were all new to me, and when I asked an amenable look-ing civilian who was standing slight-ly apart from one of the groups—when I asked him, as courteously asI thought was necessary, whether itwas true that old John Knox used topreach three times on week-days andonly twice