The people were called Comprachicos.  They bought children, and understood how to mutilate and deform them, thus making them valuable for exhibition at fairs.  But an act of parliament had just been passed to destroy the trade of the Comprachicos.  Hence this flight from Portland, and the forsaking of the child.

The vessel was wrecked and all on board perished off the coast of France, but not before one of the passengers had inscribed on a piece of parchment the name of the child and the name of a certain English prisoner who could identify the child.  This parchment was sealed in a bottle and left to the waves.

The child watched the disappearance of the boat.  He was stupefied at finding himself alone; the men who had left him were the only people he had ever known, and they had failed him.  He did not know where he was, but he knew that he must seek food and shelter.  It was very cold and dark, and the boy was barefoot, but he made his way across Portland and the Chesil bank, and gained the mainland.

He found in the snow a footprint, and set out to follow it.  Presently he heard a groan, and came to the end of the footprints.  The woman, a beggar-woman who had lost her way, had uttered the groan.  She had sunk down in the snow, and was dead when the boy found her.  He heard a cry, and discovered a baby, wretched with cold, but still alive, clinging to its dead mother’s breast.

The boy took the baby in his arms.  Forsaken himself, he had heard the cry of distress, and wrapping the infant in his coat, he pursued his journey in the teeth of the freezing wind.  Four hours had passed since the boat had sailed away; this baby was the first living person the boy had met.

Struggling along with his burden, the boy reached Weymouth, then a hamlet, and a suburb of the town and port of Melcombe Regis.  He knocked at doors and windows; no one stirred.  For one thing, everybody was asleep, and those who were awakened by the knock were afraid of opening a window, for fear of some sick vagabond being outside.

Suddenly the boy heard in the darkness a grinding of teeth and a growl.  The silence was so dreadful that he was glad of the noise, and moved in the direction whence it came.  He saw a carriage on wheels, with smoke coming out of the roof through a funnel, and a light within.

Something perceived his approach and growled furiously and tugged at its chain.  At the same time a head was put out of a window in the van.

“Be quiet there!” said the head, and the noise ceased.  “Is anyone there?” said the head again.

“Yes, I,” said the child.

“You?  Who are you?”

“I am very tired and cold and hungry,” said the child.

“We can’t all be as happy as a lord.  Go away!” said the head, and the window was shut down.

The child turned away in despair.  But no sooner was the window shut than the door at the top of the steps opened, and the same voice called out from within the van, “Well, why don’t you come in?  What sort of a fellow is this who is cold and hungry, and who stays outside?”