one o'clock
The despaired-of thing was done . A man was flying securely and well . Scotland was agape for his coming . Glasgow he reached by one o'clock , and it is related that scarcely a ship-yard or factory in that busy hive of industry resumed work before half-past two . The public mind was just sufficiently educated in the impossibility of flying to appreciate Mr. Butteridge at his proper value . He circled the University buildings , and dropped to within shouting distance of the crowds in West End Park and on the slope of Gilmorehill . The thing flew quite steadily at a pace of about three miles an hour , in a wide circle , making a deep hum that , would have drowned his full , rich voice completely had he not provided himself with a megaphone .