It is a favourite geographical test to require a pupil to describe a coast journey between two seaports, and mention capes, rivers, and towns seen on the way. "Describe a trip from Greenock to the Isle of Man," said a teacher to his class; "I give you an hour to write it out." Very few were past Lochryan at the hour's end. One daring youth took his boat, which he christened "_The Comet_," right round the Mull of Kintyre, with intent to reach Douglas by way of Cape Wrath, the North Sea, Dover, Land's End, and St. George's Channel. When time was up, the _Comet_, all torn and tattered by the strumpet wind, was beating round the north end of Skye. That boy will, in all probability, turn out a deep-sea captain. "How many days are there in a year?" asked an inspector of a class of Highland youngsters. No answer was given. "Tut, tut," said the inspector testily, "this is ridiculous. Is there _no one_ who knows how many days there are in the year?" "Oh, yes, sir," said a boy reproachfully, "_God knows_." "What kind of king was William III.?" inquired another examiner. "He had an aquiline nose, sir," said a boy. "What does that mean?" said the examiner. "_It means_," answered the boy, "_that William III.'s nose was turned up at the point like the beak of an eagle!_" "What right had William to the English throne?" continued the examiner, changing his ground. "_No right under heaven_," was the forceful Jacobite rejoinder. Here is a tale, from the eastern seaboard of Scotland. _Inspector_, M.A., Ph.D., LL.D., etc. (examining a class of ten-year olds): "Now, boys, what is the shape of the earth?" _Boy:_ "Roon, like an orange." _Inspector:_ "But how do I _know_, how can I be _sure_ that the earth is round like an orange?" _Boy:_ "_Because I tell't ye._"