A PROUD DEPARTURE
THE carts and the saddle horses were sent ahead, as
I have said, and you may be certain Jethro and I had
a hand in stowing the goods, not only that the people
might see we had become members of the governor's
 following, but to make certain our fine clothes were
where they would not come to harm.
An hundred or more curious ones stood around with
mouths agape when the carts set off, and I was almost
inclined to feel sad for those who were not so fortunate as
Jethro and myself.
But next morning, when we gathered at the Blue
Anchor tavern to take ship, you should have seen the
throngs of people! It was as if the king himself were
starting on his travels, and Jethro and I were among
those to be gazed at, rather than with the gazers.
The ship Good Will was lying at anchor in the
stream, and hauled upon the shore, with the seamen
standing near at hand awaiting our movements, were
 the small boats in which we were to be taken on
It may seem like boasting, but it is nevertheless
true, that when William Penn came out of the tavern
to take boat, he gave me good morning, calling me
Stephen of Philadelphia, as if the words had a merry
sound in his ears, and I know full well my cheeks were
as red as any girl's, because of the pleasure such
familiar greeting gave me.
Certain it is that I held my head high when I stepped
into one of the boats just as the cannon on the Good
Will belched forth fire
and smoke with a
mighty roar, and so
puffed up with pride
was I, it really seemed
necessary to remind
Jethro that nail-makers were surely to be
envied, since they could
go abroad in such state
that a cannon must
needs be shot off when
He reminded me that we might have grown gray-headed stepping on
and off a ship's boat, without ever hearing the smallest
 cannon speak, if only nail-makers were abroad, and
asked if I remembered the fable of the jackdaw with
the peacock's feathers.
While we were being rowed from the shore to the
ship, the people shouted themselves hoarse, and our
governor bowed again and again, after which, evidently
thinking there had been enough of such nonsense, he
held his neck stiff, never looking back again until on
the deck of the ship.
We had hardly more than embarked, when the
anchor was weighed and the sails hoisted, every seaman
working as smartly as if on board one of the king's
ships, and then came a great rattle of small arms from
the shore in our honor, which was replied to by the
cannon of the Good Will.
Then my mother waved her kerchief as if I were
bound for the wars, and Jethro whispered sportively
that it was a sad loss to our city of Philadelphia for
its two nail-makers to leave it, even for so short a time
as would likely be spent on the journey.
The ship began to move away from the city, which
as yet was hardly more than an opening in the
wilderness, slowly at first, and gathering speed as she caught
the force of the wind and current, until we could no
longer see the throng at the Blue Anchor.
It was a glorious morning, and we two lads were
as happy as the birds appeared to be, watching
curi-  ously this river of ours which seemed quite as strange
as when we sailed up it the first time, so intent on
watching for some signs of our new city, and so eager to
be on the solid earth once more after many weary
days at sea, that we hardly realized how beautiful
it all was.
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