CHAPTER X. — SAM'S ADVENTURES AT THE DEPOT.
It was six miles to the station at Wendell, where Sam proposed to take the cars for New York. He had to travel on an empty stomach, and naturally got ravenously hungry before he reached his destination. About half a mile this side of the depot he passed a grocery-store, and it occurred to him that he might get something to eat there.
Entering he saw a young man in his shirt-sleeves engaged in sweeping.
"Have you got anything good to eat?" asked Sam.
"This aint a hotel," said the young man, taking Sam for a penniless adventurer.
"I knew that before," said Sam, "but haven't you got some crackers or something, to stay a feller's stomach?"
"Haven't you had any breakfast?" asked the clerk, curiously.
"No."