My uncle thanked him heartily for his extreme kindness.

I constructed a few fine Latin sentences to express my cordial farewell.

Then we bestrode our steeds and with his last adieu M.
Fridrikssen treated me to a line of Virgil eminently applicable to such uncertain wanderers as we were likely to be: "Et quacumque viam dedent fortuna sequamur." "Therever fortune clears a way, Thither our ready footsteps stray.".