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country a mere stripling. With another 

 lad he found his way to Kochester, but at 

 TJtica the baggage of both was lost, and 

 they were left penniless in a land of 

 strangers. The companion sickened and 

 died in Rochester, and young Roessle, 

 dispirited and careworn, painfully trudged 

 back on foot to Utica, in the bare hope of 

 recovering his lost trunk. It was a boot- 

 less errand, however, and so he turned 

 his face toward Albany again. For many 

 a weary day he walked in his worn shoes, 

 without a change of raiment to his back, 

 or a penny in his pocket, a strange lad in 

 a country where he could not make his 

 commonest wants understood except by 

 signs. He arrived at length, foot-sore 

 and weary, at the last toll-gate on the 

 Schenectady turnpike, and when he was 



