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person would have ta'en half the interest in thee. But, Mike, an thy
shoulder be unscathed as thou sayest, thou must own that Goodman
Thong, the hangman, was merciful in his office, and stamped thee with
a cold iron."
"Tush, uncle--truce with your jests. Keep them to season your sour ale,
and let us see what hearty welcome thou wilt give a kinsman who has
rolled the world around for eighteen years; who has seen the sun set
where it rises, and has travelled till the west has become the east."
"Thou hast brought back one traveller's gift with thee, Mike, as I well
see; and that was what thou least didst: need to travel for. I remember
well, among thine other qualities, there was no crediting a word which
came from thy mouth."
"Here's an unbelieving pagan for you, gentlemen!" said Michael
Lambourne, turning to those who witnessed this strange interview
betwixt uncle and nephew, some of whom, being natives of the village,
were no strangers to his juvenile wildness. "This may be called slaying
a Cumnor fatted calf for me with a vengeance.-- But, uncle, I come not
from the husks and the swine-trough, and I care not for thy welcome or
no welcome; I carry that with me will make me welcome, wend where I
will."
So saying, he pulled out a purse of gold indifferently well filled, the
sight of which produced a visible effect upon the company. Some
shook their heads and whispered to each other, while one or two of the
less scrupulous speedily began to recollect him as a school-companion,
a townsman, or so forth. On the other hand, two or three grave,
sedate-looking persons shook their heads, and left the inn, hinting that,
if Giles Gosling wished to continue to thrive, he should turn his
thriftless, godless nephew adrift again, as soon as he could. Gosling

demeaned himself as if he were much of the same opinion, for even the
sight of the gold made less impression on the honest gentleman than it
usually doth upon one of his calling.
"Kinsman Michael," he said, "put up thy purse. My sister's son shall be
called to no reckoning in my house for supper or lodging; and I reckon
thou wilt hardly wish to stay longer where thou art e'en but too well
known."
"For that matter, uncle," replied the traveller, "I shall consult my own
needs and conveniences. Meantime I wish to give the supper and
sleeping cup to those good townsmen who are not too proud to
remember Mike Lambourne, the tapster's boy. If you will let me have
entertainment for my money, so; if not, it is but a short two minutes'
walk to the Hare and Tabor, and I trust our neighbours will not grudge
going thus far with me."
"Nay, Mike," replied his uncle, "as eighteen years have gone over thy
head, and I trust thou art somewhat amended in thy conditions, thou
shalt not leave my house at this hour, and shalt e'en have whatever in
reason you list to call for. But I would I knew that that purse of thine,
which thou vapourest of, were as well come by as it seems well filled."
"Here is an infidel for you, my good neighbours!" said Lambourne,
again appealing to the audience. "Here's a fellow will rip up his
kinsman's follies of a good score of years' standing. And for the gold,
why, sirs, I have been where it grew, and was to be had for the
gathering. In the New World have I been, man--in the Eldorado, where
urchins play at cherry-pit with diamonds, and country wenches thread
rubies for necklaces, instead of rowan-tree berries; where the pantiles
are made of pure gold, and the paving-stones of virgin silver."
"By my credit, friend Mike," said young Laurence Goldthred, the
cutting mercer of Abingdon, "that were a likely coast to trade to. And
what may lawns, cypruses, and ribands fetch, where gold is so plenty?"
"Oh, the profit were unutterable," replied Lambourne, "especially when
a handsome young merchant bears the pack himself; for the ladies of

that clime are bona-robas, and being themselves somewhat sunburnt,
they catch fire like tinder at a fresh complexion like thine, with a head
of hair inclining to be red."
"I would I might trade thither," said the mercer, chuckling.
"Why, and so thou mayest," said Michael--"that is, if thou art the same
brisk boy who was partner with me at robbing the Abbot's orchard. 'Tis
but a little touch of alchemy to decoct thy house and land into ready
money, and that ready money into a tall ship, with sails, anchors,
cordage, and all things conforming; then clap thy warehouse of goods
under hatches, put fifty good fellows on deck, with myself to command