Don't she cleave the water?"
From this time, the two became acquainted, and Fernando learned that the
young Hibernian's name was Terrence Malone. Terrence was a true Irishman
of the good old type. He was brave as a lion, full of native wit and
humor, and yet an intelligent gentleman. From the first, he took a great
fancy to Fernando and when he learned that he had come from the West to
enter some academy or college, he informed him that he knew of the
place--the very place. It was the Baltimore Academy. He was a member of
the Baltimore school himself and he was sure there was not another like
it in the world. In short, the dashing young Irishman soon persuaded
Fernando to try the Baltimore school.
He went back to the tavern where he had left Sukey writing letters.
"What was all that catterwaulin' and yellin' about down at the river?"
Sukey asked.
"The new steamboat began her trial trip," answered Fernando.
"Wonder if that thing I saw with a stovepipe in it was a steamboat?"
"It was."
Sukey shook his head sagely and remarked:
"It don't look as if it would ever amount to much."
"Sukey, I have found a school for us at last."
"Where?"
"At Baltimore."
"What d'you want to go there for?"
"I met a young man who belongs there, and he advised us to go."
"Who is he?"
"His name is Terrence Malone, an Irishman."
"That name's not French any way.
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