tackle of that nature. Disposing these articles about him in skilful

manner, he bestowed a parting defiance on Mrs. Cruncher,

extinguished the light, and went out.

Young Jerry, who had only made a feint of undressing when he

went to bed, was not long after his father. Under cover of the

darkness he followed out of the room, followed down the stairs,

followed down the court, followed out into the streets. He was in

no uneasiness concerning his getting into the house again, for it

was full of lodgers, and the door stood ajar all night.

Impelled by a laudable ambition to study the art and mystery of

his father’s honest calling, Young Jerry, keeping as close to house

fronts, walls, and doorways, as his eyes were close to one another,

held his honoured parent in view. The honoured parent steering

northward, had not gone far, when he was joined by another

disciple of Izaak Walton, and the two trudged on together.

Within half an hour from the first starting, they were beyond

the winking lamps, and the more than winking watchman, and

were out upon a lonely road. Another fisherman was picked up

hereand that so silently, that if Young Jerry had been

superstitious, he might have supposed the second follower of the

gentle craft to have, all of a sudden, split himself in two.

The three went on, and Young Jerry went on, until the three