“Won’t your education be lost there?”

“No; can’t I be a lawyer, or a doctor, or a preacher as well there as here?  Besides, if we only sit down and wait awhile in Ohio, the cities will come to us.”

“Yes, Sukey, you are right.  Civilization is going West, and in course of time the largest part of the republic will be west of the mountains.”  Of course Fernando referred to the Alleghany Mountains, for the Rocky Mountains were hardly thought of at this date.  “But come; we don’t seem to be in the most populous part of the town.  Let us go over the hill where the houses are better and look cleaner.”

“I am willing, for, to tell you the truth, this place smells too much of the sea.”

They went along a narrow street, which had a decidedly fishy odor, for there were two markets on it.  They passed an old woman carrying on her back a great bag which seemed filled with rags and waste papers gathered up from the refuse of the street.  Sukey wondered if that was the way she made her living.  At the corner was a low public house in which were some sailors drinking and singing songs.

“Fernando, there is a fellow with a plaguy red coat on!” suddenly cried Sukey, seizing his companion’s arm.

“Yes, he is an officer of the English army or navy.”

“Do they allow him here?”

“Of course; we are at peace with England.”

“Well, I’d like to take that fellow down a bit.  He walks too straight.  Why he thinks he could teach Alexander somethin’ on greatness.”

“Never mind him; come on.”

Next they met a party of half-drunken marines, who began to chafe them, and Sukey, though slow to wrath, was about to give them an exhibition of frontier muscle, when his friend got him away, and they hastened to a better part of the city.

Here they found beautiful residences, and on the next street were magnificent stores and shops.  Elegant carriages, drawn by horses in shining harness, indicating wealth, were seen.  Elegantly dressed ladies and gentlemen were premenading the street, or exchanging congratulations.  Sukey thought this would “sort o’ do,” and he wondered why Terrence Malone had quartered them down in that miserable frog pond, when there was higher ground and better houses.

While standing on the corner watching the gay equipages and handsomely dressed people, a carriage drawn by a pair of snow-white horses came suddenly dashing down the street.  The equipage, though one of the finest they had ever seen, was stained with travel as if it had come from a distance.

“There, Fernando, by zounds, there is some rich fellow you can be sure!” said Sukey as the vehicle drove by.  “Egad!  I would like to see who is inside of it.”

He had that privilege, for the carriage paused only half a block away, and an elderly man with a rolling, sailor-like movement got out and assisted a young girl of about sixteen to alight.