fatigued with his long ride, he slept soundly until morning.

Though the professor was too much excited by the thoughts of his
voyage to sleep much, yet he was up with the earliest dawn of
morning, moving about softly in his master's room, strapping down
the trunks and laying out traveling clothes and toilet apparatus.

The kind old maiden ladies also bestirred themselves earlier than
usual this morning, that their young favorite should enjoy one more
comfortable breakfast before he left.

And so when Ishmael was dressed and had just dispatched the
professor to the stand to engage a hack to take them to the station,
and while he was thinking of nothing better in the way of a morning
meal than the weak, muddy coffee and questionable bread and butter
of the railway restaurant, he received a summons to the dining room,
where he found his two hostesses presiding over a breakfast of Mocha
coffee, hot rolls, buckwheat cakes, poached eggs, broiled salmon,
stewed oysters, and roast partridges.

Our young man had a fine healthy appetite of his own, and could
enjoy this repast as well as any epicure alive; but better than all
to his affectionate heart was the motherly kindness that had brought
these two delicate old ladies out of their beds at this early hour
to give him a breakfast.

They had their reward in seeing how heartily he ate. There was no
one at the table but himself and themselves; and they pressed the
food upon him, reminding him how long a journey he would have to
make before he could sit down to another comfortable meal.