"Is it near an omnibus route?"

"Yes, your honor, it is close by where they stop. You'll not have to
walk far."

"Leave your saw here, then, and let us go. I have no time to spare on
walks," said Mr. Stillinghast, in his peremptory way. His real object,
however, was not so much to save time, as to afford the man an
opportunity to avoid a long and fatiguing walk. "Tell Mr. Jerrold I
will be back in the course of an hour," he said to Michael, as he
passed out.

"Very well," replied Michael, heaving, with Titan strength, a bale on
the truck; "and there goes a pair of 'em. My boss can afford to walk
with a poor wood-sawyer; he looks like one hisself, and it's hard to
tell 'tother from which;" and he planted his brawny hands on his
thighs, and looked after them, with a broad smile on his honest
countenance, until they got into the omnibus, and were whirled out of
sight. At the _depôt_, which is in the northern part of the city, they
got out, and the two men pursued their way in silence. It was one of
those cold, but calm, bright days in winter, when the very air seems
filled with silent ripples of gladness; when the sunshine rests like a
glory on the leafless trees, and bright-eyed robins chirp and peck the
moss, as they hop from bough to bough; when the light of heaven is so
over all, that even the dun-colored earth, the decayed leaves and
rotten branches, which the autumn blast has laid low, look beautiful,
and seem to whisper _resurgam_; when a cold, bracing wind sends the
warm blood bounding through our hearts--tinting our cheeks, and warming
our extremities, until we bless it, as we do the strong hand which