Yet he ought to have done so, for his own sake, for his father's sake, and for God's sake.
After sunset old Michael Johnson came slowly home and sat down in his customary chair.

He said nothing to Sam; nor do I know that a single word ever passed between them on the subject of the son's disobedience.
In a few years his father died, and left Sam to fight his way through the world by himself.

It would make our story much too long were I to tell you even a few of the remarkable events of Sam's life.

Moreover, there is the less need of this, because many books have been written about that poor boy, and the fame that he acquired, and all that he did or talked of doing after he came to be a man.
But one thing I must not neglect to say.

From his boyhood upward until the latest day of his life he never forgot the story of Uttoxeter market.