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A public-domain text about Boston, accessioned whole so the archive can quote it.","text_extract":"Digitized by tine Internet Arciiive \n\nin 2007 witii funding from \n\nIVIicrosoft Corporation \n\n\nlittp://www.arcli ive.org/details/calebintownstoryOOabbo \n\n\nAt-J.D \nN DAT IONS \n\n\nCALEB IN TOWN \n\n\nSTORY FOR CHILDREN \n\n\nl^ \n\n\nAUTHOR OF THE ROLLO BOOKS. \n\n\nBOSTON: \n\nPUBLISHED BY CROCKER & BREWSTER, \n\n47, Washington Street. \n\n1839. \n\n\n2iWr,^5}\\ \n\n\nEntered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1839, \n\nBy Crocker & Brewster, \n\nIn the Clerk's Office of the District Court of Massachusetts. \n\n\nSTEREOTYPED AT THE \nBOSTON TYPE AND STEREOTYPE FOUNDRY. \n\n\nPREFATORY NOTICE. \n\n\nThe object of this little work, and of others \n\nof its family, which may perhaps follow, is, like \n\nthat of the \" Rollo Books,\" to furnish useful \n\nand instructive reading to young children. \n\nThe aim is not so directly to communicate \n\nknowledge, as it is to develop the moral and \n\nintellectual powers, — to cultivate habits of \n\ndiscrimination and correct reasoning, and to \n\nestablish sound principles of moral conduct. \n\njg The Rollo books embrace principally intellec- \n\n^ tual and moral discipline : Caleb, and the \n\nS others of its family, will include also religious \n\nHj training, according to the evangelical views of \nCO \n\n\n4 PREFATORY NOTICE. \n\nChristian truth which the author has been \naccustomed to entertain, and which he has \ninculcated in his more serious writings. \n\nRoxBURY, /mwc, 1839. Cl<3i.ce4 >f^^^^ \n\n0 A^T!-^aa \n\n\nCONTENTS \n\n\nCHAPTER 1. p^g^ \nThe Mill-Dam 7 \n\n\nCHAPTER H. \nThe Hawkies 27 \n\nCHAPTER HI. \nA City Walk 44 \n\nCHAPTER IV. \nBuying at Auction 67 \n\nCHAPTER V. \nSabbath Morning 74 \n\nCHAPTER VI. \nJanson again 93 \n\nCHAPTER VH. \nMonday Morning 106 \n\nCHAPTER Vni. \nThe End of the Hawkies 117 \n\n1* \n\n\n6 CONTENTS. \n\nCHAPTER IX. \n\nPage^ \n\nCaleb's Story 12^ \n\nCHAPTER X. \nThe Flannel Garden 139 \n\nCHAPTER XI. \nShopping • • • . 153 \n\nCHAPTER XH. \nThe Checker-Board 167 \n\n\nCALEB IN TOWN, \n\n\nCHAPTER I. \n\n\nTHE MILL-DAM. \n\n\nOne afternoon in October, a carryall was \ncoming along one of the great roads leading \ninto Boston. There was a gentleman and a \nlady upon the front seat of the carryall. On \nthe back seat there was a beautiful and happy- \nlooking girl, about seventeen years of age, at \none side, and a bright-eyed boy on the other, \nwho appeared to be about twelve. A much \nsmaller boy, of a mild and gentle expression \nof countenance, sat between them. This boy \nin the middle was Caleb. He was coming \nback to Boston, after having spent the sum- \nmer with his grandmother, Madam Rachel, \nin the country. The lady and gentleman on \nthe front seat were his father and mother. \n\n\n8 CALEB IN TOWN. \n\nThe curtains of the carryall were up all \naround. \n\n\"There, Dwight,\" said Caleb, pointing \nout, \" there, that is the State-House.\" \n\nIt was a distant dome crowning the sum- \nmit of a hill as far as they could see before \nthem. \n\n\" It is not,\" said Dwight. \n\n\" Yes, it ■ is,\" said Caleb. \" Don't you \nsuppose I know the State-House ? We live \nright before it.\" \n\nDwight was one of those boys who often \ncontradict what other children say, without \nany very good reason ; and so they get into \nconstant disputes. He appealed to Caleb's \nfather, who sat before him, to prove that Ca- \nleb was wrong. \n\n\" Is that the State-House, brother George ?\" \nsaid he. \n\nThe gentleman looked out, and said it was. \n\n\" There, I told you so,\" said Caleb. — \nCaleb ought not to have said that. It is \nwrong to triumph over any one, when they \nare proved to be mistaken. \n\n*' Well, I am sure I thought the famous \n\n\nTHE MILL-DAM. 9 \n\nState-House was bigger than that,\" said \nDwight. \n\nThe boys rode on a few minutes in silence, \nwhen Caleb presently resumed the conver- \nsation by saying, \n\n\" What makes you always call my father \nbrother George, Dwight ? \" \n\n\" Why, what should I call him ? \" said \nDwight. \n\n^' Call him Uncle George.\" \n\n\"Why, he is not my uncle; he is my \nbrother. I am your uncle.\" \n\n\"% uncle ! O, ho,\" said Caleb, \" that is \ndroll enough.\" \n\n\" I am,\" said Dwight, very seriously. \" I \ncertainly am. A'n't I, Mary Anne ? \" \n\nMary Anna had not been listening to the \nconversation, but had been looking out of the \nwindow, attending to her own thoughts, and \nenjoying the beauties of the scenery. \n\n\" A'n't you what ? \" said she. \n\n\"A'n't I Caleb's uncle?\" \n\n\"Yes,\" said she, \"certainly; brother \nGeorge is your brother and Caleb's father ; of \ncourse you are his uncle.\" \n\nCaleb could not think of calling in question \n\n\n10 CALEB IN TOWN. \n\nMary Anna's authority, and so he simply said \nto himself, laughing at the idea, \n\" O, what a Uttle uncle ! \" \n\nThey rode on in tliis manner for some time, \nuntil at last they came to a village, where there \nwas a great hotel. They stopped at the door \nof the hotel, and a man came and stood at \nthe horse's head while they all got out. They \nwent into a back parlor, where, after a little \ntime, they took tea, though it was early ; and \njust before the sun went down, they got into \nthe carryall again. But now it was growing \npretty cool, and so they had the curtains put \ndown all around, and Caleb's mother and \nMary Anna sat upon the back seat, while his \nfather took the two boys upon the front seat, \nupon one side of him. \n\nThey were now drawing pretty near the \ncity ; and as they trotted along the smooth and \nwide road, they passed rapidly by handsome \ncountry-seats and pleasant villages ; and they \nhad an occasional view of the city, five or six \nmiles distant, ranges of buildings rising one \nabove another upon the sides of Beacon Hill, \nand the dome of the State-House crowning \nthe summit. \n\n\nTHE MILL-DAM. 11 \n\nAs they went on, the boys observed that \nthe number of carriages and vehicles of all \nsorts continually increased as they approach- \ned the city. \n\n\" The carts are all coming out, and the \ncarriages all going in,\" said D wight. \n\n\" Yes,\" said Mary Anna ; \" that is because \nthe carriages belong in the city ; and they are \ngoing home, because night is coming. But \nthe carts and wagons are going out into the \ncountry with their loads. Brother George,\" \nshe continued, \" how long will it be before \nwe get into Boston ? \" \n\n\" About an hour,\" he replied. \n\n\" Why can't you tell us something about \nBoston, then, as we are riding along ? As \nyou are a Boston merchant, I suppose you \ncan tell us all about it.\" \n\n\" Very well,\" replied the merchant, \" I \nwill give you a lecture upon Boston, to be- \nguile the time.\" \n\n\" Well,\" said Dwight, with a tone of great \nsatisfaction. \n\n\" In the first place,\" said the merchant, \" do \nany of you know what causes people to col- \nlect together in great cities ? \" \n\n\n12 CALEB IN TOWN. \n\nMary Anna said she did not. \n\n\" A city,\" said the merchant, \" in modern \ntimes, is essentially nothing but a great col- \nlection of people about a landing-place.' ' \n\n\" A landing-place ? \" said Dwight. \n\n'' Yes,\" said the merchant. \" You see, \ndifferent things grow in different countries, and \nthey carry them from one to another in ships ; \nand so, whenever there is a little bay in the \nland, with deep water inside, so that ships \ncan come up close to the shore and unload, \nthere people collect in great numbers ; and \nthat makes a city.\" \n\n\" I should not think it would take all the \npeople in Boston to unload the ships,\" said \nCaleb. \n\n\" No, it does not,\" said his father ; '' there \nmust be a great many persons to make the \nrigging and sails, and to fit out the ships ; \nand carpenters and masons to build wharves \nand warehouses, to store the goods in ; and \ncartmen to cart the goods about the city ; and \nthen all these people must be fed and clothed, \nand so there must be stores for them to buy \nwhat they want in, and storekeepers, and \nmore carpenters and masons to build their \n\n\nTHE MILL-DAM. 13 \n\nstores and houses. Then the people come in \nfrom the country to buy the goods which \ncome in in the ships, and they send the wag- \noners in, to take the goods away, and so there \nmust be hotels and stables for horses, and \nstages for people coming and going. Then a \ngreat deal of money is wanted, and so there \nmust be banks to lend the merchants money, \nwhen Jhey have not enough, and to keep \ntheir money for them safely, when they have \nmore than they want ; and courts and law- \nyers, too, to settle the disputes, and physicians \nto visit the people when they are sick, &tc. \n&c. So, you see, a great many different kinds \nof people are brought together, and all be- \ncause there happens to be a little bay with \ndeep water in it, so that ships can come in \nsafely and unload.\" \n\nThey went on talking about the constitu- \ntion of a city in this way, for some time. \nGradually it began to grow dark. Lights \nappeared at the windows of the houses. \nStars came out faintly, one by one, all over \nthe sky. At last, after riding for some little \ntime in silence, Dwight called out in a tone \nof great, surprise, \n2 \n\n\n14 CALEB IN TOWN. \n\n\" O Caleb, Caleb, what is that ? — see that \nvery long row of lights. There are two rows. \nWhat is it ? \" \n\n\"That!\" said Caleb; \" O, that is the \nmill-dam.\" \n\n\" Mill-dam ! \" said Dwight, in an incredu- \nlous tone. He thought Caleb was foohng him. \n\n\". Yes, it is the mill-dam. We are pretty \nnear Boston, I know by that.\" \n\n\" It isn't any mill-dam at all,\" said \nDwight, \" I know. Is it, brother George ? \" \n\nThe merchant had been riding then, for a \nfew minutes in silence, thinking of his own \naffairs : but now he turned to Dwight and \nsaid, \n\n\" What did you ask ? \" \n\n\" Isn't that the mill-dam ? \" said Caleb. \n\n\" Yes : those are the lights on the mill- \ndam.\" \n\n\" There ! \" said Caleb. And at the same \ninstant, \" O ! \" said Dwight, \" the lights on \nthe mill-dam. They may be the lights on \nthe mill-dam ; but I knew they could not be \nthe mill-dam itself.\" \n\nCaleb was about to make a sharp reply, \nwhich would have continued the dispute, \n\n\nTHE MILL-DAM. 15 \n\nwhen he recollected that his grandmother, \nMadam Rachel, had taught him that when- \never he found conversation tending to a \ndispute, his duty was to be silent. \" It takes \ntwo to make a dispute,\" she used to say ; \n'' and so if you can by any means keep one \ntongue still, the other must stop too.\" \n\nSo Caleb just said \" Very well,\" and let \nthe matter drop. \n\nThe lights increased and multiplied, as \nthey rode along and brought Boston more \nand more into view. They could not see any \nof the buildings, for it was now quite dark ; but \nthere was a vast constellation of bright stars \nspread out all before them, across the back \nbay, with the long rows of lights upon the \nmill-dam leading towards it, like an avenue \nof stars. Presently, other long ranges of lights \ncame into view. \n\n\"O Caleb,\" said Dwight, \"what are \nthose ? more mi!l-dams ? \" \n\n\" No,\" said Caleb, \" those are bridges.\" \n\n*' Bridges ? \" said Dwight ; '^ well, there is \nsome sense in lighting bridges ; but who ever \nheard of lighting up a mill-dam ? Is it for \n\n\n16 CALEB IN TOWN. \n\nthe sake of the fishes, or to light the water \nthrough the gate ? \" \n\nIf D wight had said this playfully, and in \ngood nature, it would have been very well ; \nbut he spoke in a disputing and captious tone ; \nfor he was a little out of humor with Caleb, \nbecause he had himself been in the wrong \nabout the mill-dam. People are more apt to \nbe out of humor when they have done some- \nthing wrong themselves, than when other \npeople have done wrong to them. Caleb, per- \nceiving that he was not in a pleasant mood, \nsaid nothing. He rode along in silence, a \nfew minutes, admiring the splendid display \nwhich was spread out before them. \n\n\" How many bridges ! \" said Dwight, at \nlength. \" Which one shall we go over, \nCaleb ? \" \n\n\" O, we are going over the mill-dam,\" \nsaid Caleb. \n\n*' Over the mill-dam ! That's a pretty sto- \nry,\" said Dwight, punching Caleb a little with \nhis thumb. \" You don't expect me to believe \nthat.\" \n\n\" Yes, certainly ; a'n't we, father ? \" said \n\n\nTHE MILL-DAM. 17 \n\nCaleb, appealing to the merchant, for the \ncorrectness of his information. \n\n*' Yes,\" replied his father. \n\n\" O George,\" said Dwight, \" what a sto- \nry ! — Well, Mary Anna,\" he continued, look- \ning around towards the back seat, '' I hope \nyou can swim. You'd better get out your \nlife-preserver, if you have got one, for we're \nall going over the dam together.\" \n\nDwight laughed at his own wit, and in fact \nlaughed himself into good humor by it, and \nin a few minutes they came upon the mill- \ndam. Dwight found to his surprise that it \nwas a great bridge. He asked Caleb why it \nwas called a mill-dam ; but Caleb did not \nknow. His brother George then told him \nthat it was not like other bridges, open below \nfor the water to pass ; but it was built up \nsolid from the bottom, so as to stop the water ; \nand Caleb saw, by looking out upon each side, \nthat the water was higher on one side than \nupon the other. The lights were placed \nalong upon the sides of the road, at equal \ndistances, and they shone upon the road, and \nalso upon the water. They were all in square \nglass boxes or lanterns, so that the wind could \n2* \n\n\n18 CALEB IN TOWN. \n\nnot blow them out. As the carryall rode \nalong, the light gleamed in, first on one side, \nand then upon the other, making the shadow \nof the horse assume all manner of monstrous \nshapes, and always just after they passed a \nlight, the shadow of the horse's head and neck \nwould stretch out before, faster and faster, \nuntil it became enormous, and was lost and \nconfounded in the darkness. \n\nPresently they came to a little village. \n\na Why, here is a village,\" said Dwight ; '' a \nvillage upon a mill dam ! Who ever heard of \nsuch a thing ? \" The houses seemed to be \nbuilt up out of the water ; some of the build- \nings seemed to be houses, and others great \nmachine shops or factories, with great blazing \nlights beaming through the windows, and the \ntremendous noise of engines sounding within. \n\nThey rode on past the village ; the broad \nroad of the mill-dam before them, the water, \nwith gleams from the lamps, dancing upon \nit, on either side, and thousands of lights \nbeyond, shining brilliantly along the shores. \n\nThe mill-dam seemed very long to Dwight. \nHe thought it must be a mile or two long ; \nbut they reached the end of it at length. \n\n\nTHE MILL-DAM. 19 \n\nThey stopped a moment at a little toll-house, \nnear the end, and paid their toll, and then \nrode off from the mill-dam upon the solid \nground. It was a broad and handsome \nstreet, with high, very high brick buildings \non one side, all close together in a row, and \na large green field upon the other side, with \na double row of great trees along the side of \nit. It was Beacon Street, and the green field \nwas Boston Common. \n\n\" There,\" said Caleb, pointing towards the \nfield, \" there is the Common ; and down there \na httle way, near the great elm, is a beauti- \nful pond, where we can sail our boats.\" \n\n*' Is there ? \" said Dwight. \" Is it as good a \nplace as our brook ? \" \n\n'- Why, no,\" said Caleb, hesitating. He \nwas unwilling to admit the inferiority of Bos- \nton, in any respect ; but still he could not \ndeny that the brook, in front of Madam Ra- \nchel's, was a better place to sail boats than \nthe Frog Pond. \n\n\" I don't think it is quite so good,\" said \nCaleb. \" There is not any mole there.\" \n\n\"O, but we will build a mole,\" said \nDwight. \n\n\n20 CALEB IN TOWN. \n\n\" Can we ? \" said Caleb, hesitating. He \ndid not know whether it would exactly do \nfor the boys to attempt to build a mole in \nthe pond on the Common. \n\n^' But what can we build it of? \" said he. \n\n^^ O, of stones,\" said Dwight. \n\n\" But we can't get any stones.\" \n\n\" Why not ? a'n't there any stones in Bos- \nton ? \" \n\n\" No loose stones, that we can get.\" \n\n\" Then we can build it of old logs and \nearth.\" \n\n• But where shall we get the old logs? \" \nsaid Caleb. \n\n\" O, we can pick them up, around,\" said \nDwight. \" A'n't there any on the Common ? \" \n\n\" No,\" said Caleb, \" I never saw any.\" \n\nDwight imagined that there were as many \nold logs, and stones, and stumps, and fallen \ntrees, lying about upon Boston Common as \nthere were upon his mother's farm. \n\nJust then, as the horse was walking up the \nstreet, he saw a curious-looking object before \nhim, moving slowly along upon the side \nwalk. It was a woman, with an enormous \n\n\nTHE MILL-DAM. 21 \n\nbundle upon her head. Dwight looked out \nvery eagerly. \n\n\" Why, Caleb,\" said he, \" what is that ? \" \n\n'' Nothing but a woman carrying home a \nbundle.\" \n\n\"It is a great bundle of shavings,\" said \nMary Anna, behind them. \n\nThe boys looked around, and saw that \nMary Anna had a corner of her curtain un- \nfastened, and was peeping out. \n\nMary Anna was right — it was a great bun- \ndle of shavings and sticks, tied up in a blank- \net, and resting upon the woman's head. \n\n\" She is going to make a bonfire,\" said \nDwight. \n\n\" No,\" said Mary Anna ; \" that is to make \nher fire with. They pick up any thing they \ncan find to make their fires with, in Boston, \nI've been told. At any rate, it does not look \nmuch as if you could find old wood enough \nabout, to build your mole.\" \n\n\"Well,\" said Dwight, \"I can make a \nmole of earth, for that I know I can get, \nright out of the ground, close to the pond.\" \n\nCaleb did not answer, for his attention was \noccupied by the woman, who was walking \n\n\n22 CALEB IN TOWN. \n\nalong just before them, on the side walk, \nand now so near that they could see both her \nand her bundle very plainly. \n\n\" Poor woman ! \" said Caleb, in alow voice, \nto his father ; \" what a heavy load ! Father, I \nwish you would give her some money to buy \nsome wood with.\" \n\n\" I don't know whether that would be very \nwise.\" \n\n\" Why, father, grandmother tells me we \nmust always do as we would be done by ; \nand I am sure you would like it if somebody \nwould give you some money, if you were \ncarrying home such a heavy load.\" \n\n\" I am not certain that I should,\" said his \nfather. \n\n'- O father ! \" said Caleb with surprise. \n\n\" Why, now, some of the men, who live in \nthese houses,\" said his father, pointing to the \nlarge edifices by the side of the way, are as \nmuch richer than I am, as I am richer than \nthis woman ; and yet I don't want them to \ncome out and offer to give me some money.\" \n\n\"Why, father,\" said Caleb, '-'suppose \nthey should come and give you fifty dollars, \nshould not you like it ? \" \n\n\nTHE MILL-DAM. 23 \n\n\" No,\" said the merchant, shaking his \nhead. \n\n\" A hundred, then ? \" said Caleb. \n\n\" No,\" said his father ; \" if they should, in \nany way, give me a hundred dollars, or any \nthing of as much value as that, I should feel \nuneasy until I had done something to cancel \nthe obligation.\" \n\n''To what?\" said Caleb. \n\n\" To cancel the obligation ; that is to pay \n'em back again. I should not want to re- \nceive money in that way.\" \n\n\" Yes, but, father,\" said Caleb, \" perhaps \nyou would not like to, and yet that poor wo- \nman might. She may be different from you.\" \n\n\" Very likely,\" rephed the merchant ; \" but \nyou said the rule was for me to do as I \nwished others to do to me, not as others wish \nme to do to them. So, according to that \nrule, as long as I don't wisli people tiiat are \nlicher than I am, to give me money, I am \nnot bound to give it to those that are not so \nlich.\" \n\nCaleb was not quite convinced ; but he \nhardly knew what to say in reply to his \nfather. \n\n\n24 CALEB IN TOWN. \n\n\"Then,\" said Dwight, \"we never ought \nto give any thing to poor people.\" \n\n\" That does not follow, at all, from what I \nhave been saying,\" replied the merchant. \n\" All I have said is, that we are not bound to \ngive them money just because we suppose \nthey would like to have us give it to them. \nThey may be destitute, and in distress. Then \nI ought to give them something, for then the \nrule would apply. If I was in distress my- \nself, I should want richer people to do some- \nthing for me.\" \n\n\"Well,\" said Caleb, \"I thought that \nwoman was destitute and in distress.\" \n\n\" I have no reason to suppose she is,\" said \nthe merchant. \n\n\" I think she is,\" said Caleb. \n\n\" And I have some reason to think she is \nnot,\" said his father. \n\n\" Why ? \" said Caleb. \n\n\" Because I saw, as we passed her, by the \nlight of the lamp, that she had ear-rings in \nher ears ; so 1 suppose she does not think \nherself very poor, after all.\" \n\nCaleb looked around at the woman, who \nhad dropped a little behind them, as they \n\n\nTHE MILL-DAM. 25 \n\nslowly went up the street. He could not see \nthe ear-rings, for one ear was turned away \nfrom him, and the one which was towards \nhim was in shadow. The light of a blazing \nlamp, however, which hung upon a tall iron \npost, just before her, fell upon her face, and \nhe saw that she looked contented and happy ; \nand her cheeks were full, and fresh, as if she \ndid not suffer much from want. \n\nAt this moment Caleb's father drew in the \nreins, and stopped the horse, saying in a low \nvoice to the boys that he was going to speak \nto the woman. \n\n*' Can you tell me, ma'am,\" said he, in a \nlouder voice, and addressing the woman, \n\"whether Park Street clock has struck \neight ? \" \n\nThe woman stopped, turned her head \nslowly round, carefully poising her load upon \nit, until she was facing the carryall, and then \nsaid that she did not know Park Street \nclock, but she had not heard any clock at all. \n\n\" You have got a heavy load there,\" said \nthe merchant. \n\n\" No, indeed, it is not,\" said she ; \" I am \nsorry to say, it is very light. The boys got \n3 \n\n\n26 CALEB IN TOWN. \n\npretty much all the sticks and chips, and left \nme nothing but shavings.\" \n\nThe horse did not like to stand still in the \nstreet, with the weight of the carryall draw- \ning him back, down the hill. So he began \nto walk along just as the woman began her \nsentence, and she moved on too, talking as \nshe walked, — her head turned a little out- \nwards towards the party in the street. In \nthe course of the conversation she told them \nwhere she lived, and that her name was \nLindy, and that her business was to go out \nto work by the day. Here Caleb's mother \nwhispered to her husband, to hire her to \ncome and work for them the next day, and \nhe accordingly did so. She promised to \ncome in the morning immediately after break- \nfast, and then, as they had all arrived at the \nupper corner of the Common, the carryall \nturned down Park Street, while the woman \nkept on in Beacon Street, and soon disap- \npeared. \n\nThe carryall moved on a few minutes \nlonger, and at length stopped before the door \nof a house in Colonnade Row. \n\n\nCALEB IN TOWN. 27 \n\n\nCHAPTER II. \n\n\nTHE HAWKIES. \n\n\nOne morning after the children had been \nsome days in Boston, they were out playing \nin the Mall, across the street directly opposite \nthe house where Caleb lived. The Mall is a \nbroad gravelled walk, shaded with great elm- \ntrees, which runs along the side of the Com- \nmon. Dwight and Mary Anna were going \nhome the next day, in the stage, and Caleb \nwas going to school, so they knew it would \nbe the last day that they could play together \nfor some time. They were gathering up \nleaves into a heap. It was autumn, and \nmany of the leaves had fallen from the great \nelms, and were lying about upon the ground. \nDwight had proposed to gather them up into \na great heap, and then make a bonfire of \nthem. Caleb had some doubt whether it \nwould do to build a bonfire on the Common, \nany better than to make a mole in the pond ; \n\n\n28 CALEB IN TOWN. \n\nSO he faintly suggested to Dwight that he \ndid not believe \" they'd let 'em build a fire.\" \n\n\" Who ? \" said Dwight. \n\n\"Why — the people.\" \n\n\" Yes, they will,\" said Dwight, confident- \nly ; \"why not?\" \n\n\" Why, because,\" said Caleb, \" it niight \nset the houses a-fire.\" \n\n\" Poh ! The houses a-fire ! \" said Dwight, \ncontemptuously. \" You can't set the houses \na-fire in Boston. They are all built of brick.\" \n\nDwight might have spoken more pleas- \nantly, even if he had been sure that it was \nproper to make a bonfire of the leaves. \nCaleb had no reply to make to Dwight's rea- \nsoning, and so he quietly went to work, \nhelping Dwight gather up the leaves. There \nwere people going back and forth across the \nCommon, upon the various walks, and up and \ndown the Mall ; but they took no notice of \nCaleb and Dwight, and Caleb and Dwight \ntook very little notice of them. But when \nthe boys had got the heap of leaves com- \npleted, and Dwight was just trying to get \nCaleb to go in and get a coal of fire to light \nit, they heard a rattling sound, and, looking \n\n\nTHE HAWKIES. 29 \n\nup, they saw a boy coming down the Mall \ndrawing a pair of trucks after him. \n\nThe trucks were plain wooden trucks, \npainted blue. There were two wheels, with \na very stout axletree between them, and two \nlong slender arms or shafts, extended for- \nward, for handles. The boy took hold of \nthe two shafts, walking, himself, between \nthem. Over the axletree was a seat ma.de \nof a board, fixed in an oblique position, after \na fashion peculiar to the trucks of the Boston \nboys. A small boy was perched up upon \nthis seat, with reins and whip in his hands. \nHe was driving the other boy as his horse. \n\nWhen this party came to the place where \nCaleb and Dvvight were playing, they stop- \nped ; and the horse, who was much the \nlargest boy, asked Dwight what he was doing. \n\n\" I am going to build a bonfire,\" said \nDwight. \n\n\" A bonfire ! \" said the boy, with a peculiar \nsmile. The smile was not one of pleasure, \nbut rather a smile of incredulity- or ridicule. \nDwight noticed the expression, and asked the \nboy what he was laughing at. \n\n*' I'm laughing to think what a pretty \n3* \n\n\n30 CALEB IN TOWN. \n\nfigure you will cut at the watch-house to- \nnight.\" \n\n\"At the watch-house?\" said D wight ; \n\" what is that ? \" \n\n\" Did not you ever see the watch-house ? \" \nsaid he. \n\n\" No,\" replied Dwight. \n\n\" And should you like to ? \" \n\n\" Yes.\" \n\n\" Well,-theh, you build a bonfire on the \nCommon, and I'll warrant you to see the in- \nside of it before two hours are out.\" \n\nSo saying, the boy started off, and trotted \naway down the Mall, drawing the trucks after \nhim. \n\n\" What an ugly fellow that is ! \" said Dwight, \nas soon as he had gone. \n\n\" Yes,\" said Caleb. \n\n\" I wonder where he got those trucks.\" \n\n\" You can buy enough of them down in \nDock Square,\" said a voice behind them. \n\nThey both looked around, and saw a small \nboy standing just outside of the Mall, upon \nthe sidewalk next the street. He was lean- \ning one arm upon a crutch, and the other \nupon one of the iron posts which are placed \n\n\nTHE HAWKIES. 31 \n\nin a row across the passage way which leads \ninto the Common. These posts are placed so \nfar apart as to allow men and boys to pass \nbetween them very easily ; but horses cannot \nget through. So they form a sort of gateway, \nalways open to those who were on foot, and \nalways shut to those who are riding. \n\n\" What do they ask for them ? \" said Caleb. \n\n\" I believe about four and sixpence,\" said \nthe boy. \n\n\" But those are not painted,\" said Caleb. \n\n\" No ; but you can get them painted. My \nfather will paint them for you ; he is a painter.\" \n\n\" How much do you think he would ask ? \" \nsaid Caleb. \n\n\" About half a dollar,\" said the boy. \n\nThis boy had a very mild and pleasant \nexpression of countenance, though he looked \npale and feeble. His tone of voice, too, was \ngentle and kind, and both Dwight and Caleb \nliked him as much as they had disliked the \nother boy. They asked him what his name \nwas, and he said it was Janson. He also told \nthem what his father's name was, and where \nhis shop was ; and Dwight determined to go \nin at once, and ask Mary Anna to give him \n\n\n32 CALEB IN TOWN. \n\nmoney enough to buy a pair of trucks. He \nconcluded to give up the idea of a bonfire. \n\nAs the boys turned to go into the house, \nthey saw Mary Anna sitting at the window. \nIt was a very warm, sunny day, although it \nwas rather late in the season ; and Mary \nAnna had opened her window, and so she \nhad heard all the conversation which the boys \nhad held with both their visitors. \n\n'' Well, boys,\" said she, as they came up \ntowards the steps, \" you have had company, \nI see.\" \n\n\" Yes, — and one fellow cross enough.\" \n\n\" I hope you'll learn a good lesson from \nwhat they said,\" said Mary Anna. \n\n\" What lesson ? \" said Dwight. '' Not to \nbuild fires on Boston Common ? \" \n\n\" No,\" said Mary Anna, \" something more \nimportant than that, — to be kind and polite \nin speaking to strangers. Little Janson gives \npleasure to every one that he speaks to. He \nis gentle and polite. He looks pleasant, \nthough he looks feeble and sick. But the \nother boy was rough and coarse, and harsh ; \nand he gives a little pain to almost every \nbody he speaks to, — at least, I should think \nhe would.\" \n\n\nTHE HAWKIES. 33 \n\nThe boys stood leaning upon the iron pal- \nisades, before Mary Anna's window, thinking \nthat what she said was very reasonable and \ntrue. \n\n\" Now consider, Dwight,\" said she, \" sup- \npose that great boy should live forty years, \nand during all that time, as he goes about the \nworld, and is continually meeting people, and \ntalking with them, and makes each one feel a \nlittle uncomfortably and unpleasantly, what a \nvast amount of pain he will produce in all that \ntime. And then httle Janson, if he lives as \nlong, and sees and speaks to as many people, \nand gives each one a little pleasure, what a \nvast amount of enjoyment he will produce in \nall that time. He will produce enjoyment, \ntoo, just as easily as the other boy does suf- \nfering.\" \n\n\" So he will,\" said Caleb. \" I mean to \ntry and speak pleasantly all the time — don't \nyou, Dwight? \" \n\n\"Yes,\" said Dwight; \" I will.\" \n\n'^ And then besides,\" continued Mary \nAnna, \" such persons are altogether more \nbeloved. You like Janson now, I have no \ndoubt, much more than you do the other boy.\" \n\n\n34 CALEB IN TOWN. \n\n\" I don't like the other boy at all,\" said \nCaleb. \n\n\" And yet what he said was more impor- \ntant to you than what Janson said.\" \n\n\"How?\" said D wight. \n\n\" Why, he meant that the police officers \nwould take you and lock you up in the watch- \nhouse, which is a little sort of prison, if you \nshould build a fire on the Common.\" \n\n\" Why ? \" said Dwight. \n\n\" I suppose it is against the law,\" said \nMary Anna. \n\n\" Well,\" said Dwight, turning away from \nthe fence, \" Boston is no great place for bon- \nfires, at any rate, though it is so famous. \nThere is nothing here combustible but leaves, \nand them they won't let you burn. \n\n\"But, Marianne,\" he continued, turning \naround again towards her, \" will you give us \nsome money to buy us some trucks ? \" \n\nMary Anna thought she could not. Her \nmother had not given her much money, and \nshe did not feel authorized to expend any ex- \ncept for necessaries. So Caleb went in to \nask his mother for some. She said she had \nnone in the house, but he might go down \n\n\nTHE HAWKIES. 35 \n\nwith Dwight to his father's store on Long \nWharf, if he pleased, and ask him. \n\nThis plan pleased both the boys extremely ; \nthey liked the idea of a walk down to the \nwharf very much. \n\n\" Let us go down the back way,\" said \nDwight, as they came down the front stairs. \n\n\" Well,\" said Caleb ; and he followed \nDwight to the back part of the entry. Here \nthey went down a short flight of stairs, \nand came out into a pleasant little yard sur- \nrounded by a very high wall. On one side \nof the yard was a wood-house, with a door \nleading into it from the yard, and an old man \nwas at work there, sawing wood. A pave- \nment of round stones covered the middle of \nthe yard ; but around the sides there was a bor- \nder, filled with small trees and shrubbery, and \nvines which climbed up upon neat trellises, \nthat were attached to the walls. \n\n\" What a stony yard ! \" said Dwight. '' If \nI Hved here, I would pry the stones all up.\" \n\n\" you could not pry them up,\" said Caleb. \n\n\" Yes, I could, — with a crowbar.\" \n\n^' Ho ! \" said Caleb, \" you could not lift a \ncrowbar.\" \n\n\n36 CALEB IN TOWN. \n\nDwight was on the point of flatly contra- \ndicting Caleb, by saying that he could lift a \ncrowbar ; but then he remembered the de- \ntermination they had just formed to be kind \nand gentle in their conversation, and so he \nrestrained himself. \n\nHe paused a moment, and then said, as \nthey were passing along towards the back \ngate, \n\n\" Caleb, you shouldn't say that I canH lift a \ncrowbar.\" \n\n\" Why not ? \" said Caleb. \n\n\" Because it is not polite. Besides you \ndon't 'know certainly.\" \n\n\" I don't think you can,\" said Caleb. \n\n\" Then you ought to say you don't think. \nI didn't mean a great, heavy crowbar. I \nmean our gun-barrel crowbar.\" \n\nHe meant a small crowbar which his \nmother had made for him, out of an old gun- \nbarrel, with a solid steel point screwed in at \nthe big end. \n\nAt this moment they came to the back \ngate, which was open. It led to a narrow \nstreet which ran along in the rear of the \nhouses. Just as the boys\" were going out, \n\n\nTHE HAWKIES. O I \n\nthey encountered the wheel of a wheel- \nbarrow coming in. The wheelbarrow was \nloaded with wood, and a man was wheeling \nit in, from the street, — where there lay quite \na pile of wood which had been dropped there \nby a cart. \n\nThe man was coarsely . dressed. He had \non a red shirt, with no coat or waistcoat \nover it, and a cloth cap on his head. He \ncalled out, in a very loud and harsh voice, to \nthe boys to get out of the way. \n\nCaleb and Dwight both moved back, and \nstood on one side, until the man had passed. \nThen they passed out. The pile of wood lay \nin a confused heap just between the street and \nthe sidewalk. It consisted principally of logs, \nand large spht sticks ; but there were a num- \nber of small sticks upon the top, some straight \nand some crooked ; and a few had fallen \nover upon the side walk, right in the way \nwhere the boys were going along. \n\n\" O, what real hawky wood ! \" said Caleb. \n\n\" Hawky wood ! \" said Dwight ; \" what \ndo you mean by hawky wood ? \" \n\n\" Why, to make hawkies of,\" said Caleb. \n4 \n\n\n38 CALEB IN TOWN. \n\nBut Dwight did not know what hawkies \nwere ; so he was no wiser than before. \n\nNow, a hawky is a small, round stick, \nabout as long as a man's cane, with a crook \nin the lower end, so that a boy can hit balls \nand little stones with it, when lying upon the \nground. A good hawky is a great prize to \na Boston boy. ' \" \n\nSo Dwight and Caleb began to overhaul \nthe sticks, to select some good ones for haw- \nkies. They had just made up their minds, \nand had each chosen a first-rate stick, when \nthey heard the wheelbarrow trundling along \nout of the yard again. As soon as the man \ncame in sight, he called out in the same,voice \nas before, \n\n\" Here — here — here ! away with you, \nboys ! and let my wood alone.\" \n\nCaleb and Dwight retreated very precipi- \ntately towards the middle of the street, each, \nhowever, holding on to his hawky stick. \n\n*' It is not your wood,\" said Caleb. \n\n\" Whose is it, then ? \" said the red shirt. \n\n\" It is my father's wood.\" \n\n\" Wellj it is in my care^'* replied the man, \n\n\nTHE HAWKIES. 39 \n\n*' and that is all the same thing ; and I am \nnot going to have you running off with it.\" \n\nCaleb and Dwight looked at each other \nwithout speaking. They did not know ex- \nactly what to do. Caleb knew very well that \nhis father would be perfectly willing that he \nshould have the hawkies ; but then what the \nman said wns obviously true. The property \nwas, for the time, committed to his care ; and \neven if he was unreasonable in not being will- \ning that Caleb and Dwight should have the \nsticks, yet still as he was unwiUing, and as \nthe sticks were properly under his charge, the \nboys would have done wrong to have taken \nthem. \n\nAfter reflecting a minute or two, Dwight \nsaw more and more clearly that the man re- \nally had authority over the wood, and that he \nand Caleb ought not to resist it, and he was \non the point of tossing his hawky stick an- \ngrily over upon the pile again, and the words \n\" Give him his old sticks — I don't want \nthem,\" were actually on his tongue ; when \nsuddenly he remembered his resolution to be \npolite. It was very hard to be polite to so \ncross and crabbed a man ; but the recollection \n\n\n40 CALEB IN TOWN. \n\nof his resolution restrained him. So he qui- \netly walked back, followed by Caleb, and \nthey both gently laid down the hawky sticks \nupon the pile again. \n\nThis was quite a victory over bad passions, \nthough it was pretty much external, after all ; \nfor, though the boys acted right, they did not \nfeel very pleasantly. But it is a great thing, \nnevertheless, to restrain even the outward \nconduct ; a victory there, prepares the way \nfor a victory over the heart, — that is, if the \nperson wishes to get the victory over the bad \nfeelings of his heart. If a boy tries to make \nhis outward conduct right for the sake of \nappearances, while he does not care any thing \nabout the state of his heart, then his outward \nimprovement will do him but very Httle good. \nBut if he wishes that the improvement should \nbe thorough and complete, then right conduct \nwill help him very much in cultivating right \nfeelings. \n\nAt any rate, it was so here. Dwight did \nnot feel very pleasantly, but he was deter- \nmined to act right ; so he brought the hawky \nstick back, and put it upon the pile, with- \nout saying any impatient or fretful words to \n\n\nTHE HAVVRIES. 41 \n\nthe laborer. In the mean time, the man had \nloaded his wheelbarrow again, and had put \non one or two very large logs, so that the load \nwas unusually heavy, and as he trundled it \nalong, and came to the edge of the sidewalk, \nthe wheel jounced against the curb stone, \nwhich formed the edge, and would not go up. \nThe little board which he had placed to go \nup upon, had got knocked away. \n\n*' Stop ! \" said Dwight in an instant, as soon \nas he saw how the case stood, \" hold steady \na minute, and I will hx the board for you.\" \n\nSo saying, while the laborer drew back his \nwheel, Dwight carefully adjusted the board, \nwith one end upon the pavement of the street, \nand the other, square upon the curb stone. \nThe wheelbarrow went up easily, and then \nmoved on with a lumbering sound into the \nyard, and disappeared ; the laborer staggering \nalong after it, as if it was very heavy, but \nnot saying a word. He did not even thank \nDwight for fixing up his board. \n\nBut though he did not say any thing, he \ncould not help feeling a little ashamed of \nhaving been so unaccommodating and uncivil \n4* \n\n\n42 CALEB IN TOWN. \n\nto a boy who, after all, had showed himself a \ngood and kind-hearted boy. If Dvvight had \nspoken harshly to him in reply, he would \nprobably have not been sorry at all for having \nrefused to have given him the hawkies ; but \nas it was, since the boys had kept their tem- \npers, and returned him good for evil, he felt \nrather ashamed, and, as he wheeled his load \nof wood through the yard, he determined that, \nw^hen he went back, he would give the boys \nthe hawkies. So he tumbled off his wood near \nwhere the old man was sawing, and hastened \nback to tell the boys that they might have \nthe hawkies. But, when he got to the gate, \nthe boys had gone. \n\nHe was then very sorry that he had not told \nthem before ; but it was too late to help it \nnow, and so he determined to fix the hawkies \nfor them as well as he could, and keep them \nready to give to the boys as soon as they \nshould return. He borrowed the old man's \naxe, and chopped them off neatly at the right \nlength, and carefully smoothed them, remov- \ning all the knots ; and with his jackknife, \nhe scraped off all the roughness of the bark \n\n\nTHE HAWKIES. 43 \n\nalong at the upper end, for a handle. When \nfinished, they made a couple of very superior \nhawkies indeed. He laid them away upon \nthe top of the wall, which was higher than his \nhead, intending to keep them safely there \nuntil the boys should return. \n\n\n44 CALEB IN TOWN. \n\n\nCHAPTER III. \n\nA CITY WALK. \n\nDwiGHT and Caleb hastened on, after they \nhad helped the laborer get his wheelbarrow up \nupon the sidewalk, because they thought that \nas they had already lost some time, they had \nbetter go on rapidly, or else they thought that \nthey should not have time enough to buy their \ntrucks before dinner. So, before the laborer \ncame back to tell them that they might have \ntheir hawkies, they had turned around a cor- \nner, and disappeared. They walked along \nthrough one street after another ; Caleb \nleading the way, and telling Dwight the \nnames of the streets as they passed on. \nSome of the streets had great blocks of hand- \nsome houses on each side of the way, with \niron fences and brick sidewalks, — and the \nwhole breadth of the street between the side- \nwalks paved with stones. It looked very \nstrange to Dwight to see the whole surface of \n\n\nA CITY WALK. 45 \n\nthe ground so entirely covered, and bound \nup, as it were, tight with brick and stone. He \nhad been accustomed to broad, open roads, \nwith green banks at the sides of them, and \ntrees and bushes growing in abundance \naround. But here, not a blade of grass was \nto be se6n. The brick sidewalk came up \nclose to the very walls of the houses, and the \npavement of the street extended to the edge \nof the sidewalk. Even the little yards, \nwherever he could get an opportunity to look \nin through an open gate, were covered with \na firm and compact pavement. But Dwight \nadmired the lofty height and magnificence of \nthe houses, and the splendor of the curtains \nwhich he saw through the windows. It is \ntrue, his brother's house was furnished as rich- \nly and handsomely as any one he saw ; but \nthen he was surprised at the vast number \nof elegant habitations. Long lines of them \nstretched on, through street after street, al- \nmost endlessly. \n\nThen, there were the shops, with their \ngreat windows, and the display of goods of \nevery variety, through the great panes of \nglass, and at the doors. The boys stopped \n\n\n46 CALEB IN TOWN. \n\nbefore the fancy shops, and toy shops, and \nbookstores, looking at the various objects ex- \nposed there for sale, with great admiration. \nDwight saw crowds of people too, who were \npassing to and fro upon the sidewalk ; and \ncarriages, and carts, and long omnibuses, \nwith doors behind, rumbled through the \nstreets, making a thundering noise, which \nsometimes almost prevented his hearing a \nword that Caleb said. \n\nAt length, they came into streets of a dif- \nferent kind ; the buildings were all great \nstores, with signs over the doors, but with \nvery few goods at the windows. Handcarts \nand long-tailed trucks stood by the side- \nwalks, or lumbered heavily along, loaded with \nboxes, bales, or barrels. Groups of coarse- \nlooking men stood at the corners of the \nstreets, with white frocks over them, and \nwhips in their hands. Caleb said they were \ntruckmen. At a distance, too, still farther, \nthe boys, now and then, got a glimpse, be- \ntween the ranges of tall brick stores and ware- \nhouses, of the masts and spars of the vessels \nwhich lay at the wharves. \n\nAt length, they reached what appeared to \n\n\nA CITY WALK. 47 \n\nDwight the most curious street he had ever \nseen. There was a range of brick buildings \nupon one side, and of ships and vessels of \nevery kind upon the other, — while trucks, \ncarts, and wagons of every sort almost filled \nup the space between. Dwight said it was \na street of ships. \n\n'• It is Long Wharf,\" said Caleb. \n\n\" Long Wharf! \" said Dwight ; \" this is \nnot a wharf.\" \n\nCaleb insisted that it was. He said the \nground was all built out, artificially, into the \nsea, and then the brick stores and warehouses \nwere built upon it. For proof of this, Caleb \nshowed him the water all along the side of \nthe wharf, where the ships were lying ; and \nthen took him to the edge, and let him see \nthe long 'piles which had been driven down, \ninto the mud, at the bottom. A short dis- \ntance across the water, on the same side, \nCaleb showed him another wharf very much \nlike this, which was also built out like a long \nstreet into the sea, and which, like Long \nWharf, had a range of brick stores along the \nmiddle of it, and ships at the side. \n\nThe boys walked on near the edge of the \n\n\n48 CALEB IN TOWN. \n\nwharf that was towards the vessels. They \nwere very much interested in reading the \nnames upon the sterns of the ships, brigs, and \nschooners ; and the great signs which hung \nup in the rigging, informing all who might \npass by, where the several vessels were going. \nOne was marked to sail to Philadelphia, an- \nother to New York, and another to the West \nIndies. \n\nWhen they had got about half way down \nthe wharf, their farther progress was inter- \nrupted by a large number of hogsheads, which \ncovered the broad platform, that extended \nalong there, like a sort of sidewalk. The \nbungs of these hogsheads were out, and a \nman was walking along with a long wooden \nrod in his hand, which he thrust down into the \nbung-holes, and then drew it up again immedi- \nately, all covered with molasses. He then \n\"* would touch his finger to the middle of the \nstick, and taste of the molasses. So he walked \nalong from hogshead to hogshead, tasting the \nmolasses in every one, as if he was trying it to \nsee if it was good. The boys watched him a \nfew minutes, and then walked around the \nhogsheads, and went on. \n\n\nA CITY WALK. 49 \n\nThey came, at length, down to the end of \nthe wharf. There was a sort of pier built \nacross the end, like the Y part of their mole \nat Madam Rachel's, as is described in the \nbook called ''Caleb in the Country;\" only \nit was built straight across. Immense ships \nwere lying along the front of this pier, and at \nthe ends of it. The hulls of the ships rose \nup very high above the wharf, so high that \nthe boys could not see over them at all. \nGreat piles of iron bars were lying upon the \nwharf near them, and several men were at \nwork taking out more bars of iron from one \nof the ships. They pushed them down a \nplatform made of planks, and which extended \ndown from the ship to the wharf, and then \nthrew them down upon the pile, where they \nfell with a very heavy, clanking sound. \n\nAt last, the boys found a place where they \ncould look off to the harbor. Merchant vessels, \nsmall and great, were lying at anchor in it, in \nvarious places. Here and there a boat, rowed \nby a hnan or a boy, glided along over the wa- \nter ; and off at a distance before them, was a \nvessel of war, which the boys knew to be such, \nby the range of black ports running along \n5 \n\n\n50 CALEB IN TOWN. \n\nher side. There Vv^as a steamboat, too, just \ncoming in, with a long cloud of smoke for a \nstreamer. \n\nWhile they were looking at the vessel of \nw^ar, they heard a noise as of oars close by \nthem, upon one side. They could not see \nvery plainly at first, for a great English ship, \nwhich was lying at that part of the wharf, was \nin the way. In a few minutes, however, a long, \nnarrow boat gradually emerged into view. \nIt was handsomely painted in black and white \nstripes. A great many oars extended into the \nwater on each side, and they moved with such \nperfect regularity, and dipped into the water \nwith so measured and simultaneous a sound, \nthat the whole seemed to the boys Hke a ma- \nchine. \n\nAn officer sat in the stern of the boat \nsteering. He guided her towards the vessel \nof war, and the boat shot through the water \nhke an arrow, leaving a wake of troubled wa- \nters behind. The boys watched it as it grad- \nually receded, and the sound of the oars died \naway in the distance, when their attention \nwas suddenly arrested by a new apparition, \nwhich advanced into view, in a moment, right \nbefore them. \n\n\nA CITY WALK. 51 \n\nIt was a large schooner-rigged sail-boat, \njust setting off on a cruise. There was a \nlarge party of young men seated in her, and \nher tall, white sails were just catching the \nwind. She glided along before the boys, \nfrom right to left, so near that D wight said \nhe could almost jump in ; and for a moment \nshe cut off all their view. She soon passed, \nhowever, and was hid by the shipping ; and \na few minutes afterwards they saw her again, \nout much farther, standing back from left to \nright, on the other tack, as she was beating \nout of the harbor. \n\nAmong the various objects which attracted \nthe boys' attention, Caleb, at length, asked \nD wight to look at a small boat with a man \nand a boy in it, which was coming towards \nthem. The man was rowing ; the boy sat in \nthe stern, holding the tiller. As they ad- \nvanced, the boys saw fish in the bottom of \nthe boat, and then they supposed it was a \nfisherman and his son, who had probably been \nout a-fishing. They came on towards the \nshore, and soon glided in among the ship- \nping, and disappeared. \n\nCaleb said it was time for them to go ; but \n\n\n52 CALEB IN TOWN. \n\nDwight wanted to stay longer, and look at \nthe vessels and boats which were moving \nabout the harbor. Caleb, however, insisted \nthat they ought to go. \"My father,\" he \nsaid, \" is not willing to have me stay here \nvery long without his leave. He lets me \ncome down here a few minutes, whenever I \nwant to ; but if we want to stay long, I must \nask him.\" \n\nDwight yielded, and the boys concluded \nto go. They rose from their seat, which \nwas upon the stem of an immense anchor \nthat was lying upon the wharf, and turned \naway from the water. They saw before \nthem, at a little distance, round by another \ncorner of the wharf, a group of boys fishing. \nThey were close to the edge of the wharf. \nSome were standing upon a great timber \nwhich extended along and formed the edge, \nand others were sitting upon it, with their \nfeet dangling down over the edge towards \nthe water. \n\n\" O, let us go and see if those boys have \ncaught any fish,\" said Dwight. \n\n'^ No,\" said Caleb, '' we must not go there. \n\n\nA CITY WALK. 53 \n\nMy father does not allow me to go to the \nedge.\" \n\n\" O, we shall not fall off, any more than \nthose boys,\" said Dwight. \n\n\" No matter,\" said Caleb, holding Dwight \nback ; \" you must not go.\" \n\n\" Well,\" said Dwight, '' I won't.\" And \nhe followed Caleb along where he was going. \nCaleb led him to the back side of the row of \nstores which extended down the wharf; and \njust as they turned the corner of the building, \nthey came suddenly upon a number of men, \nsome sitting down, and some leaning against \nthe building. As soon as the boys came \ninto view, several of them immediately arose, \nand called out together, \n\n'' Want a boat, boys ? Want a boat ? \" \n\n\" No,\" said Caleb, promptly. He had \noften been accosted so before. \n\nDwight looked down into the water, for \non this side of the wharf the water came very \nnear to the stores. There was only a plank \nwalk between, and this was not very wide. \nDwight could easily look down from it to \nthe water ; and he saw lying there several \nbeautiful little sail-boats, all ready to carry \n5* \n\n\n54 CALEB IN TOWN. \n\nany body out who might want to hire them. \nThe boys, however, of course, did not want \nto hire them ; and so they passed on. They \ndid not hke this side of the wharf so well as \nthey did the other. The walk was narrow, \nand the vessels lying there were small and \ndirty. Some were loaded with salt, and some \nwith fish. The boys accordingly soon passed \nthrough, under a sort of archway, to the other \nside ; and walking along the side-walk, close \nto the stores, they soon came to Caleb's \nfather's store. \n\n\" Is this your father's, store ?\" said Dwight, \nin a tone of great surprise and disappoint- \nment, as they stood before the door. \n\nThe reason of Dwight's surprise was that \nthe store was an old, dark, dirty-looking \nplace, and he did not see any thing to sell, \nbut old barrels. There was one great door \nin front, and a dingy-looking window by the \nside of it. There was a truck in the street, \nwith its long tail, as Dwight called it, backed \nup to the door. There was a long row of \nbarrels upon it, and a man stood at the end, \nrolling one of the barrels off from the bars \ninto the door. As he moved this one away. \n\n\nA CITY WALK. 55 \n\nall the rest came rolling down a little way, \nso as to bring the one next above, to the \nplace where this one had been, ready to be \nrolled off in its turn. And thus, one by one, \nall the barrels were rolled in, the rest follow- \ning regularly down, as fast as those next the \ndoor were removed. Dwight thought that, \nat any rate, the long-tailed trucks were a \nhandy contrivance in respect to loading and \nunloading. \n\nWhile this process was going on, Dwight \nand Caleb could not very well get into the \nstore. It is true, there was room enough by \nthe side of the barrels, and men and boys \noccasionally passed in and out, while the load \nwas going in ; but Dwight was afraid that \nthe barrels might possibly roll upon him, \nand break his legs. So they waited patiently \nuntil the trucks were unloaded ; and then \nthe cartman hitched the trace of his leader \nagain, and by loud words of command, or- \ndered him round into his pface ; and then, \ntaking his seat sideways, just before the \nwheel, his legs dangling down towards the \npavement, he started his horses off upon a \n\n\n56 CALEB IN TOWN. \n\nround trot, down the wharf, the heavy wheels \nthundering over the pavement with a terrific \nnoise. The horses were arranged tandem, \nthat is, one before the other, and the truck- \nman had no reins, but he guided them easily \nthrough the narrow openings among the other \ncarts and trucks upon the wharf, by his loud \nshouts. \n\nThe trucks disappeared, in a few minutes, \nround a corner — the long, heavy bars, which \nextended out behind, sweeping round in a \ngreat circle as it turned ; and then D wight \nand Caleb went into the store. \n\nThere was no counter, nor any shelves of \ngoods, as Dwight had expected. In fact, \nthere seemed to be nothing at all to sell. \nWhen they entered the door, the boys found \nthemselves in a small space, fenced off from \nall the back part of the store, by a sort of \nopen partition, formed of wooden bars, with \na door, or rather gate, of the same. A man \nin a green apron was just locking this door. \nThey could see, however, between the bars, \nto the back part of the store, and it looked \nlike nothing but a cellar. The floor was \n\n\nA CITY WALK. 57 \n\nblack, and there was nothing to be seen but \npiles of great, heavy boxes and barrels. \n\n'^ Is father up in the counting-room, \nJames ? \" said Caleb to the man in the green \napron. \n\n'' Yes,\" replied the man, ^' I believe he is ; '^ \nand the boys passed by him, turning to the \nleft, up a broad, but black-looking staircase, \nwhich led up from that corner. \n\nThey came up into a spacious chamber, \nwhich looked scarcely more inviting than the \nroom below. It was filled with bales and \nboxes, which were in some places piled up to \nthe very ceiling. In one place was a great \nheap of square bags. Caleb said they were \nbags of cofTee. In one corner, upon the \nfront side, was a small room partitioned oflf, \nwith a window towards the stairs where the \nboys had come up ; and Dwight could see, \nthrough the window, the heads of men who \nwere standing at a high desk, writing in enor- \nmous books. \n\nDwigkt hung back, timidly ; but Caleb \npushed boldly on, and opened the counting- \nroom door. Dwight followed him. They \n\n\n58 CALEB IN TOWN. \n\nentered a very pleasant-looking room, with \ntwo large windows opening towards the \nstreet. Near these windows stood a high \ndesk, very large, sloping each way, and its \nend standing towards the wall, between the \nwindows. Several men were writing at it, \nsome on each side. There was a kind \nof rack, or frame, extending along upon the \ntop, with places for books, which were filled \nwith ponderous account-books of all shapes. \nThere were several arm-chairs about the \nroom, with stuffed leather seats, and one or \ntwo high three-legged stools, standing near \nthe great desk. There was a small fireplace, \nthough there was no fire in it ; and by the \nside of it was a small desk, where Caleb's \nfather was sitting, looking at some papers. \nThere was a man standing near him, talking \nwith him ; so Caleb went up pretty near, but \ndid not speak. D wight, in the mean time, \namused himself by looking at a great map, \nwhich was hanging against the back wall of \nthe counting-room. •• \n\nFor a minute or two, nothing was said. \nAt length, Caleb's father looked up from his \nwork, and said aloud, \n\n\nA CITY WALK. \n\n\n59 \n\n\n\"Mr. Williams, what is the amount of \nthat invoice ? \" \n\n\"Five hundred and sixty-eight, forty- \neight,\" said a man at the desk, with a pen \nstuck behind his ear. \n\n\"Ah, boys,\" said the merchant, as his \neye fell upon them, \" I'm happy to see you ; \nbut you must wait a few minutes : even \nmy heaviest customers have to take their \nturn.\" \n\nSo saying, he turned again to his desk, \nand busied himself with his accounts ; talk- \ning in a low voice to the gentleman who \nwas near. \n\nJust at this moment, another gentleman \nopened the counting-room door, and called \nout, \n\n\" Mr, Leger, are you drawing on New \nYork about these days ? \" \n\n\" No, sir,\" said the merchant, without look- \ning up ; \" New York is drawing on me, — I \nam sorry to say.\" \n\nThe stranger shut the door, and disap- \npeared. \n\nIn a minute or two, the merchant laid \n\n\n60 CALEB IN TOWN. \n\ndown the pen with which he had been figur- \ning, and said, \n\n\" Then, sir, you want four hundred and \nsixty-three dollars, and twenty-eight cents.\" \n\nDwight turned round immediately at these \nwords ; he thought he should like to see all \nthat money counted out. He expected to \nsee his brother go to a great black iron door, \nwhich was built into the wall on one side of \nthe fireplace, and take out bags of dollars ; \nbut instead of that, he only said, as he rose \nfrom his seat, \n\n\" Mr. Williams, will you be good enough \nto draw a check ? — four hundred sixty-three, \ntwenty-eight. Well, Dwight,\" he then said, \nturning to the boys, \" how do you like the \nlooks of Long Wharf?\" \n\n\" Very well,\" said Dwight. \n\nIn a moment, Mr. Williams brought Caleb's \nfather a small piece of printed paper, and a \npen ; and he took it, wTote his name at the \nbottom of it, and then handed it to the other \nman. He put it into his pocket-book, and \nwent away. \n\nAs he opened the door to pass out, \n\n\nA CITY WALK. 61 \n\nanother man came in with a great pocket- \nbook under his arm. He handed Mr. Leger \na httle note ; at least Dwight thought it was \na note, though it seemed to be a small print- \ned paper, only folded over once. His brother \ntook it, without opening it, and laid it in a \nlittle , pigeon-hole in his desk. \n\n\" Seems to me, if I was a merchant, and \npeople sent me notes, I should read 'em,\" \nsaid Dwight. \n\n\"Very true,\" said Mr. Leger, as he sat \ndown in his chair again, and drew Caleb and \nDwight up to him. \" That is a good general \nrule,\" he said, smiling ; \" but you must know \nthat we merchants get some notes that we \ndon't like to see very well ; so we tuck them \naway into pigeon-holes.\" \n\nHere one of the clerks came up to him \nwith an open letter in his hand, and said, \n\n'• Did you decide, sir, about that sugar ? \" \n\n\" O no,\" said he ; \" did they send a sam- \nple ? \" \n\n\" Yes, sir,\" said the clerk ; and he handed \nhim a small paper parcel, which Mr. Leger \nopened, and found it filled with little lumps \n6 \n\n\n62 CALEB IN TOWN. \n\nof white sugar. He tasted of it, looked at it, \nand then said, \"Yes, — that will do: you \nmay write him that I will take the whole lot.\" \n\nThen he folded up the paper again, and \nhanded it to Dwight. \" There,\" said he, \n\" you and Caleb examine that sample of sugar \nas you go along home, and let me know your \nopinion of it, next time I see you. And \nnow for your business. — I suppose you have \nsome important business with me ; — hey, \nCaleb ? \" \n\nCaleb told his story about the trucks, and \nended by asking for about a dollar, to buy a \npair with. \n\n\" Will a dollar be enough ? \" said the \nmerchant. \n\n\" Yes,\" said Caleb, \" a dollar or two half \ndollars — just the same.\" \n\n\" True,\" said his father, \" that is pretty \nmuch the same ; but I suppose you will want \nto take the trucks with you into the country, \nDwight, on the top of the stage, and so you \nmust have a first-rate article.\" \n\n\" Yes,\" said Dwight. '' But I think we \ncan get a good pair for a dollar. The price \n\n\nA CITY WALK. 63 \n\nis seventy-five cents, and we want to get \nthem painted ; but then I think I can beat \nhim down some.\" \n\n\" No, Dwight, I would not beat him \ndown,\" said the merchant. \" I'll give you a \ndollar and a quarter, and let him have his \nprofits. I want my profits, and I am willing \nother people should have theirs.\" \n\n\" Suppose we have some money over ? \" \nsaid Dwight. \n\n\" There will be a difficulty there. If you \nhave too much, I don't know what you will \ndo ; but you can look at the shops as you go \nalong, and if you can't find any thing to buy \nwith it, you can pay it back to me, you know, \nat dinner time.\" \n\n\" Then we may buy any thing we please \nwith the rest ? \" said Caleb. \n\n'^ Yes ; — • with the whole ; — you may do \nwhat you please with the whole ; only decide \njudiciously.\" \n\nHere the door opened, and a lad came in, \nbringing some letters and papers. \n\n\" Steamboat mail just in, Charles ? \" said \nthe merchant. \n\n\n64 CALEB IN TOWN. \n\n\" Yes, sir,\" said Charles ; \" they had a \nthick fog last night on the Sound.\" \n\nMr. Leger took the letters and papers \nfrom the boy, and then gave him a small blue \nbook, which was lying upon the desk, with \nthe ends of a bundle of bank bills projecting \na httle beyond the leaves. The boy took the \nbook without saying any thing, and went out. \n\n\" Where is Charles going with that mon- \ney ? \" said Dwight. \n\n*' He is going to State Street, to make a \ndeposit,\" said his brother. \n\nDwight did not know what that meant; \nbut he perceived that his brother's time was \na good deal occupied, and he and Caleb \nthought it was best for them to go. Besides, \nhe was in haste to buy his trucks. \n\nThe boys walked along up the wharf, \neating the white lumps of sugar ; though \nthey soon found it inconvenient, as they were \njostled by the people upon the side-walk, \nwho were passing to and fro. So they folded \nup the paper, and concluded to keep the rest \nuntil they got home. \n\n''What, a fine time we will have playing \n\n\nA CITY WALK. 65 \n\nwith the trucks this winter, if I come up ! \" \nsaid Caleb. \n\n'