rning and reached New York about
noon.

The crowd, the noise, the hurry and confusion at the wharf almost drove
this irascible old gentleman mad.

"No, confound you!"

"I'll see your neck stretched first, you villain!"

"Out of my way, or I'll break your head, sirrah!" were some of his
responses to the solicitous attentions of cabmen and porters. At length,
taking up his heavy carpet-bag in both hands, Old Hurricane began to lay
about him, with such effect that he speedily cleared a passage for
himself through the crowd. Then addressing a cabman who had not offended
by speaking first, he said:

"Here, sir! Here are my checks! Go get my luggage and take it to the
Astor House. Hand the clerk this card, and tell him I want a good room,
well warmed. I shall take a walk around the city before going. And, hark
ye! If one of my trunks is missing I'll have you hanged, you rogue!"

"Breach of trust isn't a hanging matter in New York, your honor,"
laughed the cabman, as he touched his hat and hurried off toward the
crowd collected around the baggage car.

Old Hurricane made a step or two as if he would have pursued and
punished the flippancy of the man, but finally thought better of it,
picked up his portmanteau and walked up the street slowly, with frequent
pauses and bewildered looks, as though he had forgotten his directions
or lost his way, and yet hesitated to inquire of any one for the obscure
little alley in which he had been told to look for his treasure.

CHAPTER IV.

CAPITOLA.

Her sex a page's dress belied,
Obscured her charms but could not hide.
--Scott.

"Please, sir, do you want your carpet-bag carried?" asked a voice near.

Old Hurricane looked around him with a puzzled air, for he thought that
a young girl had made this offer, so soft and clear were the notes of
the voice that spoke.

"It was I, sir! Here I am, at yours and everybody's service, sir!" said
the same voice.

And turning, Old Hurricane saw sitting astride a pile of boxes at the
corner store, a very ragged lad some thirteen years of age.

"Good gracious!" thought Old Hurricane, as he gazed upon the boy, "this
must be crown prince and heir apparent to the 'king of shreds and
patches!'"

"Well, old gent! you'll know me next time, that's certain," said the
lad, returning the look with interest.

It is probable Old Hurricane did not hear this irreverent speech, for he
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