This was just six weeks from the time we had started from Fulta. During the period that followed I spent much of my time in the hospital, sitting by old Muzzy's bedside. He had borne the removal of his leg with great courage, but now that he began to mend I found him much depressed in his spirits. "My day is over, boy," he would say, "I shall never sail salt water more.
The meeting-house was covered with a casing of snow. As I passed by the common I could see lights in Sam Jones's house and in old John Muzzy's. I kept on up the road by Jonas Parker's, and when I came in sight of Dr. Fiske's place, Davy was outside, waiting for me. "Hello, Ben! Where have you been? I've been waiting for you these two hours." "Oh, pshaw, Davy. This is plenty early.