Again this poor boy, thus the sport of fortune, found himself without a penny, with but few clothes, and those much worn.
But it was not his nature to lay anything very deeply to heart.

He laughed at misfortune, and pressed on singing and whistling through all storms.

He had a stout pair of hands, good nature, and adaptation to any kind of work.

There was no danger of his starving; and exposures, which many would deem hardships, were no hardships for him.

Undismayed he ran here and there, catching at such employment as he could find, until he had supplied himself with some comfortable clothing, and had a few dollars of ready money in his purse.