I had been exactly five months in getting from San Francisco to Sydney—a voyage that, under ordinary circumstances, might have been made in fifty days!
Volume Two—Chapter Fourteen.
The Guardians of the Orphan.
I had at length reached the place where, in all probability, I should find my long-lost mother.
A few days might find me happy, with my relatives restored to me, and all of us on our way to Liverpool—where I should see Lenore!
I felt a very singular sort of pleasure, in the anticipation of an interview with my mother and sister. They would not know me: for I was but a boy, when I parted from them in Dublin. They would scarce believe that the fair-skinned, curly-haired, little “Rolling Stone,” could have become changed to a large bearded man—with a brow tanned by the South Sea gales, and the hot tropical beams of a Californian sun.
Before leaving San Francisco I had obtained the address of the grandparents of Mr Leary’s child; and also of several other people in Sydney—who would be likely to have known something of Leary himself residing there.
From some of these persons I hoped to obtain information, that would guide me in the search after my relatives.