still unsuccessful, to turn his face homeward, and inquire for work at the towns through which he passed.
Though discouraged, he was not disheartened, and still less alarmed.
The youthful reader should observe here what a sense of independence and what fearlessness dwell in the spirit of a man who has learned the art of living on the mere necessaries of life.
If Horace Greeley
had, after another day or two of trial, chosen to leave the city, he would have carried with him about four dollars; and with that sum he could have walked leisurely and with an unanxious heart all the way back to his father's house, six hundred miles, inquiring for work at every town, and feeling himself to be a free and independent American citizen, travelling on his own honestly-earned means, undegraded by an obligation, the equal in social rank of the best man in the best house he passed.
Blessed is the young man who can walk thirty miles a day, and dine contentedly on half a pound of crackers!
Give him four dollars and summer weather, and he can travel and revel like a prince incog.
for forty days.
On Sunday morning, our hero arose, refreshed and cheerful.
He went to church twice, and spent a happy day. In the morning he induced a man who lived in the house to accompany him to a small Universalist church in Pitt street, near the Dry Dock
, not less than three miles distant from McGorlick
In the evening he found his way to a Unitarian church.
Except on one occasion, he had never before this Sunday heard a sermon which accorded with his own religious opinions; and the pleasure with which he heard the benignity of the Deity asserted and proved by able men, was one of the highest he had enjoyed.
In the afternoon, as if in reward of the pious way in which he spent the Sunday, he heard news which gave him a faint hope of being able to remain in the city.
An Irishman, a friend of the landlord, came in the course of the afternoon to pay his usual Sunday visit, and became acquainted with Horace and his fruitless search for work.
He was a shoemaker, I believe, but he lived in a house which was much frequented by journeymen printers.
From them he had heard that hands were wanted at West
's, No. 85 Chatham street, and he recommended his new acquaintance to make immediate application at that office.
Accustomed to country hours, and eager to seize the chance,