FOUND, A POCKET-BOOK.
On the Baymouth Turnpike Road, on Friday morning, I picked up a pocketbook, which the owner can have by coming to me at the Hill Hut and proving his property.
Ishmael Worth.
Having finished these, he thanked the bookseller and left the shop, saying to himself:
"I won't keep that about me much longer to be a constant temptation and cross."
He first went and bought a quarter of a pound of tea, a pound of sugar, and a bag of meal from Nutt's general shop for Hannah; and leaving them there until he should have got through his work, he went around the village and wafered up his twelve posters at various conspicuous points on fences, walls, pumps, trees, etc.
Then he called for his provisions, and set out on his long walk home.