sought homes near together in Saratoga County, New York, where they formed a little colony, following their old customs, and had a flourishing church where their beloved Scotch version of the Psalms was sung. Thither Mr. Carter took his father’s family in the following year, when they came to America. The older people always clung lovingly to the memories of their home beyond the water, and always maintained that there was nothing in America that was quite equal to what they had in Scotland, “unless it were the moon.”
The sole male survivor of Mr. Carter’s fellow voyagers on the “Francis” is Mr. Richard Davidson, who settled in Troy, New York, and opened a classical school there. They had occasional affectionate intercourse in after life, never losing sight of each other. In the last year of Mr. Carter’s life this old friend visited him. Mr. Davidson was at the advanced age of eighty-nine, but, though bowed under the weight of years, his mental powers were clear and vigorous. He writes:—
“Mr. Carter was naturally very cheerful and happy, and therefore added much to our enjoyment during the long voyage. …We were both Commissioners to the General Assembly of the Presbyterian Church meeting in Baltimore, in 1872. It is customary at these gatherings to designate members of the Assembly to conduct religious services in different parts of the city on the Sabbath. When I met Mr. Carter on Saturday evening he with a grave countenance said, ‘What do you think they are going to do with me? They are going to send me to the penitentiary.’ On meeting him on Monday morning I remarked, ‘They did not keep you in confinement long.’ ‘No, I got out on account of good behavior.’ ”
