And in addition, underfed William Buggles' tragedy might be multiplied by thousands where Mr.F---'s could not be multiplied by five.
To see how William Buggles and his kind fared, I donned my seafaring togs and started out to get a job.

With me was a young East London cobbler, Bert, who had yielded to the lure of adventure and joined me for the trip.

Acting on my advice, he had brought his "worst rags," and as we hiked up the London road out of Maidstone he was worrying greatly for fear we had come too ill-dressed for the business.
Nor was he to be blamed.

When we stopped in a tavern the publican eyed us gingerly, nor did his demeanour brighten till we showed him the colour of our cash.

The natives along the coast were all dubious; and "bean- feasters" from London, dashing past in coaches, cheered and jeered and shouted insulting things after us.