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Next morning Will Osten, with a small portmanteau containing his little all in his hand, and accompanied by Captain Dall and Mr Cupples, pushed his way through the crowded streets to the quay, where a boat awaited him. "Once more, Captain Dall," he said, turning round and grasping his friend's hand, "farewell! I am sorry more so than I can tell to leave you. May God prosper you wherever you go.
"Ya-a-s, two hours hence," drawled Captain Brown, lighting a fresh cigar at the stump of the old one. Will Osten linked his arm through that of Captain Dall, and hurried him into the street. "Now to the agent," he said. "If he fails me, all is lost stay! no; I can offer to work my passage. That did not occur to me till now. I shall keep it in reserve."
Without either pinning our faith to the philosopher or the proverb, we think it both appropriate and interesting to note the budding genius of the wanderer whose footsteps we are about to follow. Baby Will's mother was a gentle and loving, but weak woman. His father, William Horace Osten by name, was a large, hearty, affectionate, but coarse man.
"Larry," said Will Osten, "did you remember to put the fresh meat in the canoe this morning?" "Och! morther," cried the Irishman, starting up with a look of desperate annoyance on his expressive face; "sure I've wint an' forgot it! It's hangin' at this minit on the branch where I putt it last night for fear o' the tigers bad luck to them!" "Ho, ho!" ejaculated Bunco, "paradise am gone a'ready!"
In short, Will Osten became a general favourite on board the Foam, and the regard of all, from the cabin-boy to the captain, deepened into respect when they found that, although only an advanced student and, "not quite a doctor," he treated their few ailments with success, and acted his part with much self-possession, gentleness, and precision.
"What? without permission, without clothes, and without money; for you shan't have a six-pence from me?" "Yes," replied Will. Mr Osten was one of those stern, despotic men who cannot bear to be thwarted. He was a rich merchant, and almost the king of the little town in which he dwelt. His greatest ambition was to make his only son a thorough man of business.
"Good morning, Mr Osten," cried Mr Westwood, looking down. "Good morning, sir, good morning, Mrs Westwood," answered Will, looking up. "It is very kind of you to take the trouble to come off to bid us good-bye," said Mr Westwood. Flora trembled a little, and leaned upon the side of the berth.
A "Drang nach Osten," through the Balkans and Turkey toward Asia Minor, offered on the whole the best promise; and it was in this quarter that Austria's violent demands upon Serbia aroused Russia and precipitated the World War. Great Britain's foreign agreements, already noted, had as a primary aim the concentration of her fleet in home waters.
This man had appropriated a scarlet flannel petticoat which had been presented to his mother, and, putting it on with the waist-band tied round his neck, sallied forth to hunt in the mountains. He was suddenly met by Larry O'Hale and Will Osten. "Musha! 'tis a ow-rangy-tang!" cried the Irishman. His companion burst into a fit of loud laughter.
They were accordingly divided with the utmost care by Will, who, by the way, did not require a pipe as he was not a smoker. We do not record this as an evidence of his superior purity! By no means. Will Osten, we regret to say, was not a man of strong principle. All the principle he had, and the good feelings which actuated him, were the result of his mother's teaching not of his own seeking.
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