When the train drew up at Euston he stepped from it as one to whom death would be a joyous relief! He went to a quiet hotel, and from there transacted by letter such business matters as were necessary to save pain and trouble to others.

As for himself, he made up his mind that he would go to Alaska, which he took to be one of the best places in the as yet uncivilised world for a man to lose his identity.

As a security at the start he changed his name; and as John Robinson, which was not a name to attract public attention, he shipped as a passenger on the _Scoriac_ from London to New York.
The _Scoriac_ was one of the great cargo boats which take a certain number of passengers.

The few necessaries which he took with him were chosen with an eye to utility in that frozen land which he sought.

For the rest, he knew nothing, nor did he care how or whither he went.