. Wit bought; or, The life and adventures of Robert Merry . and rivers, and fields without any houses. Istill remember my journey from New Yorkto Salem verv well. I remember that the V sight of so many new things, put all grief forthe loss of my father and my mother out ofmy mind. I was delighted at everything I THE JOURNEY. met, and particularly remember some lambsthat I saw playing on a hill-side. They werescampering about, jumping from rock torock, and chasing each other at full had never seen a lamb before, and I thoughtthese the prettiestcreatures that wereever created. I havesinc
. Wit bought; or, The life and adventures of Robert Merry . and rivers, and fields without any houses. Istill remember my journey from New Yorkto Salem verv well. I remember that the V sight of so many new things, put all grief forthe loss of my father and my mother out ofmy mind. I was delighted at everything I THE JOURNEY. met, and particularly remember some lambsthat I saw playing on a hill-side. They werescampering about, jumping from rock torock, and chasing each other at full had never seen a lamb before, and I thoughtthese the prettiestcreatures that wereever created. I havesince seen lions andtigers, and manyother strange crea-tures ; but I havenever met with anyanimal, that excitedin me half the inte-rest that I felt whenI saw those littlelambs. After two clays journey we arrived at myuncles house. It was an old-fashionedbuilding, painted red, with a large signswinging in front, upon one side of whichwas the picture of a stout barn-yard cock,and on the other side was the head of abull. I soon became acquainted with the family,. WIT BOUGHT. and in a few weeks was quite familiar withthe main street and all the bve lanes in thevillage. My uncle had no children, butthere was living with him a boy about tenyears old of the name of Bill Keeler. Hebecame my principal companion, and, beinga very knowing sort of lad. gave me an in-sight into many things. After I had been atmy uncles about sixmonths, it was con-cluded to send me toschool. I was nowseven years of age,but, strange as it mayseem to boys and girlsof the present day, Idid not know mv let- •/ ters, and, what is less remarkable, I had agreat dislike to going to school. The schoolhouse was situated in a largespace, where four roads met. It was a bleakand desolate hill-side, partly covered withheaps of stones, thrown out of the path, orgathered from the neighbouring fields. Therewere a few groups of tangled briers and
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