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“ Where George is, God knows, not I,” said
Mr. Cramer. “He ran away from us two
years ago, and went to sea before the mast.
The vessel in which he sailed returned without
him, and he has not been heard of since.”

They were now at the office of the magis-
trate. The papers were all legally executed,
and Howard Framingham took leave of Mr.
Cramer.

In less than an hour after, he was on the
deck of the steamer, and looking upon the
very objects which George Cramer had pointed
out to him when they left New York, years
before, on board the Knickerbocker. Yet, how
changed was Howard Framingham. Now, he
could admire the noble harbor of New York,
and exult in the prosperity and beauty of the
city. He was beginning to feel at home.

On his solitary journey to Cramerville, he
had time for sober reflection, and many plans
for the future were revolved in his mind.

When he reached Cramerville, he drove up
to the “ Hotel,” and having left there his lug-
gage, walked to the brown cottage, to pay a
visit to Honest Mixon and Tom.