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318 AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF JOHN B. GOUGH.
plate and linen. We arrived in London on the 23d, to
fulfil the eight months’ engagement in England, and went
into a furnished house at No. 4 South Parade, Trafalgar
Square, Brompton. I worked steadily in different parts of
the country till June 9th, when we returned; rested at home
till the 5th of July, when we visited our dear friend,
Samuel Bowley, at Horsepools; then to Houghton, where
we spent another delightful week; from there to Sherwood
Hall, with the dear family of William Wilson—now broken
up and separated by his death. After that w’e spent a
week with Joseph Tucker’s family, at Pavenham Bury,
and returned to London, July 24th; rested there, visiting
friends, till August 4th, when, thoroughly recruited, we
left for Manchester; then to Wales; back again to Lon¬
don; afterwards through Leeds and Darlington to Edin¬
burgh.
On the 18th of September we went again to the Orkney
Islands, and after remaining at Kirkwall for two days, I
went in an open boat to the island of Sanday. I never
experienced such terrific winds in my life. Coming up
from the boat to the house where I was entertained I
could scarcely keep my footing. I felt alarmed lest I
should be blown away, and complained of the strength of
the wind. “Oh!” laughed my stalwart guide, “This is
nought, only a puff. Why, man, the wind sometimes
sweeps our whole harvest into the sea.” Their houses are
low, and built of solid stone. They look much weather¬
beaten.
The next day the wind seemed to lull, but I was glad
to get back to Kirkwall. In the night the wind “got up,”
as they term it, and it nearly got me up, for its power was
beyond anything I had before conceived, and the boat in
which I had made the trip to Sanday was blown to Nor¬
way, three hundred miles distant, and had not returned