be very acceptable; and then, what account was he to give of
himself if questioned? Such were the cogitations of our little hero as
he wended his way till he came to a river, which was too deep and rapid
for him to attempt to ford--he was obliged to return to the high road to
cross the bridge. He looked around him before he climbed over the low
stone wall, and perceiving nobody, he jumped on the footpath, and
proceeded to the bridge, where he suddenly faced an old woman with a
basket of brown cakes something like ginger-bread. Taken by surprise,
and hardly knowing what to say, he inquired if a cart had passed that
way.

"Yes, child, but it must be a good mile ahead of you," said the old
woman, "and you must walk fast to overtake it."

"I have had no breakfast yet, and I am hungry; do you sell your cakes?"

"Yes, child, what else do I make them for? three a penny, and cheap
too."

Joey felt in his pocket until he had selected a sixpence, and pulling it
out, desired the old woman to give him cakes for it, and, taking the
pile in his hand, he set off as fast as he could. As soon as he was out
of sight, he again made his way into the fields, and breakfasted upon
half his store. He then continued his journey until nearly one o'clock,
when, tired out with his exertions, as soon as he had finished the
remainder of his cakes, he laid down under a rick of corn, and fell fast
asleep, having made twenty miles since he started. In his hurry to
escape pursuit, and the many thoughts which occupied his brain, Joey had
made no observation on the weather; if he had, he probably would have
looked after some more secure shelter than the lee-side of a haystack.
He slept soundly, and he had not been asleep more than an hour, when the
wind changed, and the snow fell fast; nevertheless, Joey slept on, and
probably never would have awakened more, had it not been that a shepherd
and his dog were returning home in the evening, and happened to pass
close to the haystack. By this time Joey had been covered with a layer
of snow, half an inch deep, and had it not been for the dog, who went up
to where he laid, and commenced pawing the snow off of him, he would
have been passed by undiscovered by the shepherd, who, after some
trouble, succeeded in rousing our hero from his torpor, and half
dragging, half lifting him, contrived to lead him across one or two
fields, until they arrived at a blacksmith's shop, in a small village,
before Joey