It was doubtful how the epithet could possibly have been better deserved.

That mattered not; the temple of Learning should cover his head by and by; it signified little what shelter it took in the mean while.

But though he cared nothing for each of these things separately, they all together told him he was a traveller; and Winthrop's heart owned itself overcome, whatever his head said to it.
His was not a head to be ashamed of his heart; and it was with no self-reproach that he let tears come, and then wiped them away.

He slept at last; and the sleep of a tired man should be sweet.

But "as he slept he dreamed." He fell to his journeyings again.