Excerpt from The Adventurer The barkentine Ransom gave him a lift to Sydney, New South Wales, from which a month later he shipped as A. B. On the British tramp Windsor Castle for the port of Lon don. Here in due time he arrived, with thirty-nine pounds in his pocket; and installing himself in humble lodgings in Radnor Street, Chelsea, took in the tail of the London sea son. He did the galleries of all the theaters, took in all the sights from the Tower to Kew, sat in the Park in his shabby blue clothes, and watched the wonderful procession of the smart and the great. Saw the king bowling by in a gold carriage, with postillions and outriders. Saw Westminster Abbey. Spent long days in museums. Took trips in the penny steamers. Gorged himself with civilization. He hoarded his money; carried his lunch in a paper pack age; read the daily paper in a free reading room; grudged every cent that debited itself upon his freedom. Not that he had any fear of want. Shipping was brisk, and the port short-handed. Three pounds ten were the wages out of Lon don; and often, as mentally he cast up his accounts on his homeward way, the bells would ring out the refrain: Three pounds ten, three pounds ten, three pounds ten - at once comforting and disquieting - as the inevitable end of his holi day forced itself upon him. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.