And he did, too; run away one night, took the packet to Boston, and shipped aboard an Australian clipper.

Cap'n Cy didn't go after him to fetch him home.

No, sir--ee! not a fetch.

Sent him a letter plumb to Melbourne and, says he: 'You've made your bed; now lay in it.

Don't you never dast to come back to me or your ma,' he says.
And Whit didn't, he wan't that kind." "Pretty nigh killed the old lady--Whit's ma--that did," mused Asaph.
"She died a little spell afterwards.