William James Roe,
Letters from the Old World — Number II. London
(January 1862)
“ There was nothing to see but a few brigs, and a tug or two steaming about the harbor in search of ships to tow in, or the gulls which seemed to have followed us from the coast of Newfoundland. Several rockets were thrown up for a pilot, and in the course of a few minutes a boat emerged from the fog which rested over the water, in the direction in which we supposed land to lie. The pilot came on board, and we steamed slowly up to the wharf of the City. The docks of Liverpool are famed over the world, so a description of them would be superfluous. ”
