Great Grimsby is not only the centre
of a vast distributing trade in coal and lumber, but of a still
vaster trade in fish. It cuts one's pride, if one has believed
that Gloucester, Massachusetts, is the greatest fishing port in
the world, to learn that Grimsby, with a hundred more fishing
sail, is only "_one_ of the principal fishing ports" of the
United Kingdom. What can one do against those brutal British
statistics? We think our towns grow like weeds, but London seems
to grow half such a weed as Chicago in a single night.
[Illustration: FISHING-SHIPS AT GREAT GRIMSBY]
After we were got well into the town, we found ourselves part of
an immense bicycle parade, with bicyclers of both sexes on their
wheels, in masks and costumes, Pierrots, and Clowns, and
Harlequins and Columbines, in a competition for the prettiest and
fanciest dress.
When we came to start from the station on our run to London, we
reflected that there were a great many of these bicyclers, and
that they would probably crowd us in our third-class compartment.
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