My only regret in the matter is that I cannot persuade my mother to go with me." "I think she is right, Reuben," the squire replied.

"You can transplant a young tree, easily enough; but you can't an old one.
Somehow they won't take root in new soil.
"Well, lad, I wish you every success.

I suppose I shall hear through Shrewsbury, from time to time, how you are going on." As Reuben walked along the dock, he stopped to read the notices of their destination, affixed to the shrouds of most of the vessels.
He had already gone on board three or four, which were loading for Australia, but in none was there a vacancy for a carpenter.

He stopped before a fine-looking barque, to which no notice was attached.
"Where is she going to ?" he asked a sailor, who was passing along the gangway to the shore.
"She's bound for Sydney," the sailor said.

"She warps out of dock tonight, and takes on board a cargo of prisoners in the Medway." "Do you mean men sentenced for transportation ?" Reuben asked.
"Yes," the man said, "and I wish she had any other sort of cargo.