He counted up his money, of which he had been very saving, and determined to leave Cornwall at once, and shortly after Christmas he found himself in the train bearing him northward. He had never been out of Cornwall before, and his heart beat high with hope. New scenes, new experiences, new modes of life and thought, a new world--and he was going to enter it! It was on a Monday morning that he started on his journey, and it was dark when he left the little village of St. Mabyn, carrying in his hand a portmanteau which contained all his earthly possessions. It was several miles to the nearest railway station, but that did not trouble him at all. Young and strong as he was, a five-mile walk was nothing, and he found it no hardship to get up in the cold, dark morning in order to catch the first train, northward. He did not arrive in Manchester until late that night, and then found that the last train for Brunford had left some time before he came. Like all lads country-reared, he had heard about the dangers of big towns, of thieves, of midnight murder--and Manchester frightened him. He could not understand it at all, and in his ignorance and fear he shrunk from asking questions. "You'll go to some pub., I suppose?" said a porter who had told him about the last train to Brunford. "I don't know," said Paul. "But you must, man. You can't stay out all night. It's cold, too. Will you have a cab?" "I don't know where to go," said Paul. "Can you tell me of a respectable place?"