Ben, the Luggage Boy: or, Among the Wharves. Horatio Alger Jr.

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      "What's he got in that bundle, Jim, do you think?" asked one.

      "We'd better look and see."

      They went up to the bench, and touched him, to make sure that he was fast asleep. The touch did not rouse him to consciousness.

      "Just lift up his head, Mike, and I'll take the bundle," said the larger of the two boys.

      This was done.

      "Now, let him down softly."

      So the bundle was removed, and poor Ben, wandering somewhere in the land of dreams, was none the wiser. His head, deprived of its former support, now rested on the hard bench. It was not so comfortable, but he was too tired to awake. So he slept on.

      Meanwhile Jim and Mike opened the bundle.

      "It's a couple of shirts," said Jim.

      "Is that all?" asked Mike, disappointed.

      "Well, that's better than nothin'."

      "Give me one of 'em."

      "It's just about your size. 'Taint big enough for me."

      "Then give me the two of 'em."

      "What'll you give?"

      "I aint got no stamps. I'll pay you a quarter when I get it."

      "That don't go down," said Jim, whose confidence in his confederate's honesty was not very great. Considering the transaction in which they were now engaged, it is not surprising that there should have been a mutual distrust. Being unable to make any bargain, Jim decided to take his share of the booty round to a second-hand clothes-dealer in Chatham Street. Here, after considerable higgling, he succeeded in selling the shirt for sixteen cents, which was less than his companion had offered. However, it was cash down, and so was immediately available, – an important consideration in the present state of Jim's finances. "A bird in the hand," as he considered, "was worth two in the bush."

      Jim immediately purchased a cigar with a portion of his dishonest gains, and, procuring a light, walked about in a state of high enjoyment, puffing away as coolly as a man of twice his years.

      Meanwhile Ben continued to sleep, happily unconscious of the loss of his entire personal possessions. In his dreams he was at home once more, playing with his school companions. Let him sleep! He will waken soon enough to the hard realities of a street life, voluntarily undertaken, it is true, but none the less likely to bear heavily upon him.

      He slept a long time. When he awoke it was six o'clock.

      He sat upon his seat, and rubbed his eyes in momentary bewilderment. In his dreams he had been back again to his native village, and he could not at once recall his change of circumstances. But it all came back to him soon enough. He realized with a slight pang that he had a home no longer; that he was a penniless vagrant, for whom the hospitality of the streets alone was open. He did wish that he could sit down at the plentiful home table, and eat the well-cooked supper which was always provided; that is, if he could blot out one remembrance: when he thought of the unjust punishment that had driven him forth, his pride rose, and his determination became as stubborn as ever. I do not defend Ben in this. He was clearly wrong. The best of parents may be unintentionally unjust at times, and this is far from affording an adequate excuse for a boy to leave home. But Ben had a great deal of pride, and I am only telling you how he felt.

      Our young adventurer did not at first realize the loss which he had sustained. It was at least five minutes before he thought of his bundle at all. At length, chancing to look at the seat beside him, he missed it.

      "Where can it be, I wonder?" he thought, perplexed.

      He looked under the bench, thinking that perhaps it had rolled off. But it need not be said that it was not to be seen.

      Ben was rather disturbed. It was all he had brought from home, and constituted his entire earthly possessions.

      "It must have rolled off, and been picked up by somebody," he thought; but the explanation was not calculated to bring any satisfaction. "I did not think I should fall asleep."

      It occurred to him that some of the boys near by might have seen it. So he went up to a group of boot-blacks near by, one of whom was Jim, who had actually been concerned in the robbery. The other boys knew nothing of the affair.

      "I say, boys," said Ben, "have you seen anything of my bundle?"

      "What bundle, Johnny?" said Jim, who was now smoking his second cigar.

      "I had a small bundle tied up in a newspaper," said Ben. "I put it under my head, and then fell asleep. Now I can't find it."

      "Do you think we stole it?" said Jim, defiantly.

      "Of course I don't," said Ben; "but I thought it might have slipped out, and you might have seen somebody pick it up."

      "Haven't seen it, Johnny," said one of the other boys; "most likely it's stole."

      "Do you think so?" asked Ben, anxiously.

      "In course, you might expect it would be."

      "I didn't mean to go to sleep."

      "What was there in it?"

      "There was two shirts."

      "You've got a shirt on, aint you?"

      "Yes," said Ben.

      "That's all right, then. What does a feller want of a thousand shirts?"

      "There's some difference between two shirts and a thousand," said Ben.

      "What's the odds? I haven't got but one shirt. That's all I want. When it is wore out I'll buy a new one."

      "What do you do when it gets dirty?" asked Ben, in some curiosity.

      "Oh, I wash it once in two or three weeks," was the reply.

      This was not exactly in accordance with Ben's ideas of neatness; but he saw that no satisfaction was likely to be obtained in this quarter, so he walked away rather depressed. It certainly hadn't been a lucky day, – this first day in the city. He had been rejected in half-a-dozen stores in his applications for employment, had spent nearly all his money, and been robbed of all his clothing except what he wore.

      Again Ben began to feel an appetite. He had eaten his dinner late, but it had consisted of a plate of meat only. His funds being now reduced to two cents, he was obliged to content himself with an apple, which did something towards appeasing his appetite.

      Next Ben began to consider anxiously how he was to pass the night. Having no money to spend for lodging, there seemed nothing to do but to sleep out of doors. It was warm weather, and plenty of street boys did it. But to Ben it would be a new experience, and he regarded it with some dread. He wished he could meet with Jerry Collins, his acquaintance of the morning. From him he might obtain some information that would be of service in his present strait.

      Three or four hours must elapse before it would be time to go to bed. Ben hardly knew how or where to pass them. He had become tired of the park; besides, he had got over a part of his fatigue, and felt able to walk about and explore the СКАЧАТЬ