Shopward

As the morning sun was exposing his countenance for about the thousandth time since Elnathan Yardstick had left the employment of his old master, and set up in the 'dry goods-line' for himself, the said Elnathan was seen to issue from his father's mansion and wend his way shopward, with a strap-encircled bundle of account books under one arm, a small leather brass-nailed trunk in his opposite hand, and the iron key to his repository, of earthly goods and chattels, peeping from the aperture of his coat pocket.