It was not long though until even I began to feel the West calling to me with a thousand voices which echoed back and forth along the Erie Canal, and swelled to a chorus at the western gateway, Buffalo.
2 Captain Sproule had carried me aft from the drivers' cabin to his own while I was in a half-unconscious condition, and out of pure pity, I suppose; but that was the last soft treatment I ever got from him.

He came into the cabin just as I was thinking of getting up, and sternly ordered me forward to my own cabin.

I had nothing to carry, and it was very little trouble to move.

We were moored to the bank just then taking on or discharging freight, and Ace was in the cabin to receive me.
"That upper bunk's your'n," he said.

"No greenhorn gits my bunk away from me!" I stood mute.