"Straight forward," replied Oliver.
"Yes," cried the captain, "just so, as you are going round the world."
In two hours, after a hearty and warm shake of the hand, they parted. They were too deeply moved to speak.
[CHAPTER II.]
SAMUEL DICKSON GIVES ADVICE TO HIS BROTHER.
On the same day on which the Patriot anchored in the Bay of Massachusetts an interesting event took place between seven and eight in the morning in a pretty village named Northampton, at no great distance from Boston.
Everybody was excited. A crowd of men, women, and children pressed around a number of waggons, each drawn by six horses. They stood in front of a brick house, the only inn of the village. Four magnificent saddle horses, with very handsome harness, were held by a young intelligent-looking Negro, who at the same time smoked a short pipe.
The crowd was very excited, but very decorous and quiet—as a New England crowd always is—waiting simply for an explanation.