At six o’clock our preparations were over. M. Fridrikssen shook hands with us. My uncle thanked him heartily for his extreme kindness. I constructed a few fine Latin sentences to express my cordial farewell. Then we bestrode our steeds and with his last adieu M. Fridrikssen treated me to a line of Virgil eminently applicable to such uncertain wanderers as we were likely to be:

“Et quacumque viam dedent fortuna sequamur.”

“There ever fortune clears a way, thither our ready footsteps stray.”

“Et quacumque viam dedent fortuna sequamur.”

“There ever fortune clears a way, thither our ready footsteps stray.”