20 WILD DICK AND 44 says, but the darkest in the short pilgrimage of little Dick. The birds sang delightfully, as if to mock the poor fellow’s misery ; and the copious showers of the night had varnished every leaf in the wood. The sun had scarcely arisen, and the^ villagers of Tmpletown had not yet bethought themselves of'their morning drams, before little Dick had fairly cleared the boundary line; and, upon a rock, on the eminence, which overlooks-the village, he sat down to look back-upon it, to take a little rest, and to cry it out. To be sure, he had walked only four miles, but he had slept little, and eaten nothing, for many hours ; and he fairly cried himself to sleep. He had slept nearly an hour, when he was awakened by a shako of the shoulder. He awoke in no little alarm, but became more*composed, upon seeing before him a stranger, in a sailor’s dress, with a good-natured face, and a pack upon his shoulders. “A hard hammock, my lad,” said he “ if - you have been turning in here for the night.” Dick told him his whole story, and concluded by saying that he had eaten nothing, for many
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