It must have been that his facial aspect, heightened, of course, by his
winged straw hat, aided him materially in the expression of his fears
with regard to my safety; for this cherubic Agamemnon carried every
point in that council of war; and it was unanimously resolved that I
should change my quarters.
Accordingly, the next night, I was entertained in the stable of another
of my school-fellows, residing at the remotest corner of the district.
Now I do not want to be considered fastidious or luxurious in my tastes;
but I must own to a very loud complaint, entered the morning afterward,
against the comparative discomforts of this new lodging. There was very
little hay in the stable to which I had been transferred; and the
boards, moreover, were very hard indeed. It may have been an improper
spirit in which I made the remark; but I went back again to the first
school-fellow who has figured in this narrative, and told him if a boy
hadn’t a respectable barn to invite a friend to, he needn’t think _I_
was going to be his guest,--that’s all!
After watching, for a moment, the impression of my words upon my friend,
I said furthermore, that I was going to strike out for myself, as I was
growing tired of the monotony of hay-mows and bread-and-butter, anyways.
I wanted a change.
Then came one of the most impressive moments that I shall have to
chronicle in these memoirs; for, as soon as I had finished speaking, my
friend slapped me vigorously on the back, making at the same time, with
excited shrillness, this observation, “Hey!”--which, being a common
juvenile exclamation, had, of course, no jocose allusion to the
principal subject of my discourse.
“Hey! bully for you!” continued my enthusiastic friend and
school-fellow, as soon as he could get his breath, which the suddenness
of his lucky thought had evidently taken away. “Hey! that’s just what
_I_’d do. I’d go out into the world, and seek my fortune, like the boys
in the story-books; and,” said he, suddenly changing his tone and manner
to those of the most excessive gravity and deliberation,--“and, that you
needn’t be without means to help you along, take these!”
Whereupon he drew forth from his capacious trousers pocket, and placed
in my hand, five large copper cents, which at first had the appearance
of so many oysters fried in batter, so girt about and covered were they
with fragments of bread-and-butter, deposited, I suppose, in the course
of my friend’s entire catering.
It was, indeed, as he assured me, his whole cash capital; but he would
not hear to my scruples at taking it. More earnest or impressive about
it, or, under the circumstances, more self-denying and truly generous,
he could not have been if he had been giving the world away.
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