We were all there to see and to envy.

And I can still see that proud little chap sailing by on a great horse, with his long locks streaming out behind.

We were all on hand to gaze and envy when he returned, two years later, in unimaginable glory--_for he had travelled_! None of us had ever been forty miles from home.

But he had crossed the Continent.

He had been in the gold-mines, that fairyland of our imagination.