in a very short time all hands had left the ship but myself. a decrepit old man arrived from somewhere to act as watchman; but he took no notice of me, and i made no advances. not a word had been said to me by anybody when they left the ship, and i was greatly in doubt as to whether i was supposed to clear out like everybody else. but i was very sure that i did not know where to go, and so i coiled myself up in my bunk and went to sleep, as it was getting late. when i woke it was morning. a heavy fall of snow had covered everything during the night, and the outlook was as desolate and dreary as could be imagined. making my way aft, i found the cabin all locked up; so that, though i was ravenously hungry, there was no chance of getting anything to eat. the ancient watchman was fast asleep in the galley, into which i stole to warm my freezing bare feet. as soon as i got the chill out of my bones i returned to the fo'lk'sle, and found, to my delight, an old pair of boots that one of the chaps had discarded. with these and some rags i covered my aching feet, and then, mounting on the rail, looked long and eagerly shorewards. presently i made out, over the window of a small shop, the legend, "brunswick dock eating-house," and noted with satisfaction a feather of smoke curling from one of the chimneys belonging to the building. hardly stopping to think, i slipped down a rope and ran across the road, knocking boldly at the door. a ruddy-faced little girl about my own age opened it, and said, hesitatingly, "what d'you want?" trying to look big, i said, "i'm a sailor belonging to that ship there, an' i want to come an' lodge here till i'm paid off." with a doubtful glance at my beggarly outfit, she said, "i'll go and call aunty," and ran off upstairs. there was a glorious fire roaring in a great open fireplace at the end of the low flagged room, so, without waiting permission, i entered, and seated myself on a bench close to the bright blaze. in a few minutes a sharp, business-like woman came down. in response to her keen questions i told my story, carefully avoiding any reference to my "passenger" status on board. apparently she was satisfied, for in a very short time i was supplied with such a breakfast as had long haunted my hungry dreams. rashers of toasted bacon, boiled eggs, new bread-and-butter, fragrant coffee—it was just heavenly. all my miseries were forgotten in present joys, and i ate and ate until, suddenly looking up, i saw the little girl gazing at me with awe. no wonder she was astonished. the way i was demolishing the food was a sight to see. but, meeting my eye, she blushed crimson, and gabbled something in a strange tongue (which i afterwards learned was welsh) to her aunt, who stood also looking at me with a good-humoured smile on her face.

being warmed and fed, two satisfactory experiences to which i had long been a stranger, i was in no hurry to leave such comfortable quarters for the bleak outer world. but during the morning i ran over to the ship, and finding there the cook, i learned that she was to be paid off the next day. i determined to present myself with the rest at the shipping-office, although my hopes of getting any money were very faint. still i knew enough of the world to be certain that, without money, i should not be allowed to remain at my present lodgings. so at the appointed hour i marched up to the sailors' home, meeting with a cordial welcome from my shipmates, especially the little frenchman. better still, as each of them received their money, they very kindly gave me a little, the total amount thus contributed being twenty-two shillings. then came my turn to appear at the pay table. my heart beat fast with apprehension as i faced captain jones, my head only just appearing above the counter. his words were gruff and his manner unkind, but i believe he was moved with pity for my forlorn position, for he actually gave me two pounds ten shillings, pay at the rate of one pound a month. i was so glad that i knew not what to say, but i hastily retreated lest he should change his mind and take the money away again. as fast as my legs would carry me, i ran back to the boarding-house to exhibit my wealth to the landlady. i had never had so much money of my own before, and was proportionately elated, the thought of how much i needed it never entering my head. the landlady immediately suggested that i should treat her and her crony from next door, who was in conversation with her, at which proposition i felt quite a man, and inquired loftily what the ladies would take. a little drop of "donovans" appeared to be the favourite liquor, a totally unknown beverage to me, but i should have agreed had it been champagne. the little niece was dispatched for it, as well as a couple of bottles of ginger-beer for us, who were too young and wise to thirst for "donovans"—which i knew, as soon as it arrived, to be rum.

to do my landlady justice, she interested herself in getting me some decent clothing, and promised to keep me on what remained of my money until i got another ship or some employment ashore. but getting a ship, i found, was an impossible task. my diminutive size and weakly appearance obtained for me only derision when i ventured to ask for a berth on what i considered likely-looking craft, and it soon appeared hopeless to look in that direction any more. help came from an unexpected quarter. next door to my lodging-place was the workshop of a figure-head carver, who was a young, energetic man of great skill, and very intimate with my landlady. he was kind enough to employ me in his business, where i soon became useful in sharpening tools and roughing-out work for him and his brother to finish. he paid me sufficient for my board and lodging, which, considering that he was teaching me his trade, was very generous. here i was quite happy, for my new master was kindness itself; and i believe i was really quick to profit by all i was taught, so as to be worth my pay. but my evil genius pursued me still. his brother became jealous of the attentions i received, and, after i had been with them a couple of months, quarrels between them on my account were of almost daily occurrence. this unsatisfactory state of things culminated in my getting knocked senseless one morning by my enemy during his brother's absence at a job. when mr. r. returned he was alarmed at my appearance, for i had an ugly cut on the head which made me look quite ghastly. a tremendous row followed, the upshot of which was that mr. r. sorrowfully informed me that he was obliged to send me away before serious harm was done. he advised me to return to london, where i was better known(?), and gave me ten shillings to pay my fare thither. i took his advice forthwith, finding no difficulty in getting a half ticket to euston, where i arrived with two shillings and sixpence in my pocket.

the well-known streets looked strange to me after my long absence. in fact, i felt more in the way than ever. i knew nobody that could or would shelter me, and i had got out of the way of street life. husbanding my scanty store of coppers as well as i could, i haunted thames street in the hope that i might pick up a coaster at the king's head, where, in those days, skippers of small craft used to get most of their crews. there is a cook-shop with a tank of pea-soup in the window, where for a penny i could always get a bellyfull of the thick, comforting stuff—the best value for money in the grub line that i knew of, and i was no bad judge. it—the tank—used to be cleaned out every three days, and a fresh jorum of soup made. on the first day it was comparatively thin; on the second, being filled up without removing the solid matter settled at the bottom, it was better; but on the third day you could almost cut it—a spoon would stand upright in it. and, anxious to clear it out, they gave bigger penn'orths. i often used to go without on the second day, so that i could have two separate portions on the third; after which i felt as bloated as an alderman after a civic feast. but the pence failed, and i picked up very few more; so that, though i slept in any hole or corner i could find, to avoid the expense of lodgings, the time soon came when i was face to face with starvation again. then a bright idea occurred to me, so obvious that i wondered why it hadn't struck me before. i had my discharge from the sea gem. i would seek a kindly boarding-master, and ask him to keep me till i got a ship, paying himself out of my advance. i knew better than to go to the so-called "sailors' home." they don't take in hard-up seamen there. it is only a home for those who can pay down for their accommodation.

with my fortunate idea burning in my mind, i hastened down the west india dock road, attacking the first house i saw with "boarding-house for seamen" painted up over it. the proprietor, an old bo'sun, grumbled at my request a good deal, but he took me in, god bless him! more than that, he got me a ship three days after by means of his influence that way, and once again i was freed from the misery of being masterless. the vessel in which i was to sail was a splendid barque, reminding me strongly of the luckless discoverer, and about the same size. i shall call her the bonanza, for reasons of my own, though that was not her name. she was bound to a port in jamaica, with a general cargo for new owners, and with a new captain and officers. when we came up to sign on at "green's home," i found, to my delight, that i was to have twenty shillings a month. like all the rest, i received a month's advance, out of which my boarding-master paid himself, and provided me with a "donkey's breakfast" (straw-bed), hook-pot, pannikin, and plate; a knife, and a suit of oilskins. so he didn't rob me to any great extent. he also gave me a few odds and ends of clothing, which had been left by boarders, out of which, being a fair hand with my needle, i managed to botch up enough garments to change. i bade him good-bye with hearty feelings of gratitude, which he fully deserved, and took my departure on board my ship.