due
time, and Sanders and his companion went to the State's prison, and the
Crusoe men to the House of Refuge. People wondered what would have been
done with Tom if he had been there.

And where was Tom all this while? When the students left the island,
after spending the afternoon and a portion of the night in searching for
him, the captain of the Crusoe band came out from a hollow log where he
had been concealed, and sat down upon it, to think over the past, and
speculate upon the future. He was his own master now; he could go and
come when he pleased, and there was no one to trouble him even with
advice. How he had longed for this freedom, and, now that he had got it,
how little he enjoyed it. Homeless, friendless, penniless, a feeling of
desolation he had never before experienced came over him, and Tom would
have given the universe, had he possessed it, to be able to live over
the last three months of his life. How dreary seemed the world, now that
he was alone in it, and how he would have appreciated his home could he
have gone back there. He was now a wanderer upon the face of the earth,
and he continued his life as he had begun it, flying from one thing to
another, and searching for something he never found--perfect immunity
from care and trouble. His adventures would fill a volume, but with them
we have nothing to do. It only remains for us to see whether or not he
accomplished any thing in the world.

Thirty-five years have passed since the scenes we have attempted to
describe in this story were enacted, and during that time some great
changes have taken place in Newport. From a thriving village it has
grown into a city of respectable size, and boasts of a mayor and
councilmen. Of the boys of our acquaintance some have passed away and
been forgotten, others have grown to manhood, and now occupy the
positions in business and society once held by their fathers, and
another generation of youth has sprung up to take the places of our
heroes of thirty-five years ago. The military academy is now the pride
of the city, and boasts of a respectable navy. The Storm King, after
many a pleasant cruise, gave way to three small schooners, which are now
anchored in the rear of the academy grounds. The students of the present
day are as proud of them as ever Captain Steele was of his yacht, and
their rigging is as faultless, and they are in every respect as well
kept as is the saucy revenue cutter, moored a little way from t