On coming to a town, lighted up and thronged with people, I asked one of a group of young fellows its name.
"Bethesda," he replied.
"A scriptural name," said I.
"Is it ?" said he; "well, if its name is scriptural the manners of its people are by no means so." A little way beyond the town a man came out of a cottage and walked beside me.

He had a basket in his hand.

I quickened my pace; but he was a tremendous walker, and kept up with me.

On we went side by side for more than a mile without speaking a word.

At length, putting out my legs in genuine Barclay fashion, I got before him about ten yards, then turning round laughed and spoke to him in English.