I went, however, straight to Augustus, who was waiting for me at the corner of a street.

It had been our original plan that I should keep out of the way until dark, and then slip on board the brig; but, as there was now a thick fog in our favor, it was agreed to lose no time in secreting me.

Augustus led the way to the wharf, and I followed at a little distance, enveloped in a thick seaman's cloak, which he had brought with him, so that my person might not be easily recognized.

Just as we turned the second corner, after passing Mr.Edmund's well, who should appear, standing right in front of me, and looking me full in the face, but old Mr.Peterson, my grandfather.

"Why, bless my soul, Gordon," said he, after a long pause, "why, why,--whose dirty cloak is that you have on ?" "Sir!" I replied, assuming, as well as I could, in the exigency of the moment, an air of offended surprise, and talking in the gruffest of all imaginable tones--"sir! you are a sum'mat mistaken--my name, in the first place, bee'nt nothing at all like Goddin, and I'd want you for to know better, you blackguard, than to call my new obercoat a darty one." For my life I could hardly refrain from screaming with laughter at the odd manner in which the old gentleman received this handsome rebuke.