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on muttering in a low tone as he tried to stagger to his feet, but for
a time his joints seemed to be so stiff that he could only get to his knees,
and he had to set the child down.
Then after quite a struggle, during which he kept on muttering in a
strange incoherent manner, he contrived to get upon his feet, and stood
holding on by a branch of the birch-tree, while the child stared in his
repellent face.
The next minute he staggered into the road and began to walk away,
reeling strangely like a drunken man, talking wildly the while; but he
seemed to recall the fact that he had left the child behind, and he
staggered back to where a block of stone lay by the water-side, and sat
down. "Here, chick!" he growled.
His aspect and the tone of his voice were sufficient to frighten the little

fellow away, but he did not seem in the least alarmed, and placed his
tiny hands in the great gnarled fists extended to him. Then with a swing
the man threw the child over his shoulder and on to his back,
staggering and nearly overbalancing himself in the act. But he kept his
feet, and growled savagely as his little burden uttered a whimpering
cry.
"Hold on," he said; and the next minute the pretty bare arms were
clinging tightly round his neck, the hands hidden in the man's grizzly
tangled beard; and, pig-a-back fashion, he bore him on along the road.
The sun beat down upon the fair curly head; the dust rose, shuffled up
by the tramp's uncertain step, while the chats and linnets twittered
among the furze, and the larks sang high overhead. This and the heat,
combined with the motion, sufficed to lull the tiny fellow to rest, and
before long his head drooped sidewise, and he was fast asleep.
But he did not fall. It was as if the natural instinct which enables the
young life to maintain its hold upon the old orang-outang was in force
here, so that the child clung tightly to the staggering man, who seemed
thenceforth oblivious of his existence.
The day passed on: the sun was setting fast, and the tramp continued to
stagger on like a drunken man, talking wildly all the time, now
babbling of green leaves, now muttering angrily, as if abusing some
one near.
Then came the soft evening-time, as he tottered down a long slope
towards the houses lying in a hollow, indicating the existence of a
goodly town.
And now groups of people were passed, some of whom turned to gaze
after the coarse-looking object with disgust, others with wonder; while
the more thoughtless indulged in a grin, and made remarks indicating
their impressions of where the tramp had been last.
He did not seem to see them, however, but kept on the same incoherent
talking in a low growl, and his eyes glared strangely at objects unseen

by those he passed.
All at once, though, he paused as he reached the broad marketplace of
the town, and said to one of a group of idlers the one word--
"Workus?"
"Eh?"
"Workus!" said the tramp fiercely.
"Oh! Straight avore you. Zee a big wall zoon as yer get over the
bridge."
The man staggered on, and crossed the swift river running through the
town, and in due course reached the big wall, in which was a doorway
with a bell-pull at the side.
A few minutes later the door had been opened, and a stalwart porter
seemed disposed to refuse admission, but his experienced eyes read the
applicant's state, and the door closed upon the strangely assorted pair.
CHAPTER TWO.
THE TRAMP'S LEGACY.
The doctor shook his head as he stood beside a plain bed in a
whitewashed ward where the tramp lay muttering fiercely, and the
brisk-looking master of the workhouse and a couple of elderly women
stood in a group.
"No, Hippetts," said the doctor; "the machinery is all to pieces and
beyond repair. No."
Just then there was a loud cry, consequent upon one of the women
taking the child from where it had been seated upon the foot of the bed,
and carrying it toward the door.
In a moment the sick man sprang up in bed, glaring wildly and

stretching out his hands.
"Quick! take the boy away," said the master; but the doctor held up his
finger, watching the sick man the while.
Then he whispered a few words to the master, who seemed to give an
unwilling consent, and the boy was placed within the tramp's reach.
The man had been trying to say something, but the words would not
come. As he touched the child's hand, though, he gave vent to a sigh of