Go to Cleveland, if you like, and seek some respectable employment.

If, after a time, you find your longing for the sea unconquered, it will be time to look out for a berth on board ship." James, in spite of his earnest longing to go to sea, was a reasonable boy, and he did not object to his mother's plan.

The next morning he tied his slender stock of clothing in a small bundle, bade a tearful good-bye to his mother, whose loving glances followed him far along his road, and with hope and enthusiasm trudged over a hard road to Cleveland, that beautiful city, whither, nearly forty years afterward, he was to be carried in funereal state, amid the tears of countless thousands.

In that city where his active life began, it was to finish.
A long walk was before him, for Cleveland was seventeen miles away.

He stopped to rest at intervals, and it was not until the sun had set and darkness enveloped the town that he entered it with weary feet.
He betook himself to a cheap boarding-place whither he had been directed, and soon retired to bed.