In Search of Treasure

"e;I wish I could send you to college, Guy,"e; said Mr. Fenwick, as they sat in the library, reading by the soft light of a student lamp. The speaker was the Rev. Mr. Fenwick, the pastor of a church in Bayport, a few miles from New Bedford, Massachusetts. "e;I don't think I care much about going to college, father,"e; said Guy, a bright, manly, broad-shouldered boy of sixteen. "e;When I was of your age, Guy,"e; replied his father, "e;I was already a student of Harvard. You are ready for college, but my means are not sufficient to send you there."e;"e;Don't worry about that, father. There are other paths to success than through college."e;"e;I am rather surprised to hear you speak so{2} indifferently, Guy. At the academy you are acknowledged to be the best Latin and Greek scholar they have had for years."e;"e;That may be, father."e;"e;It is so. The principal so assured me, and he would not misrepresent just to please me."e;"e;I am glad that I have so good a reputation."e;"e;With such qualifications it seems certain you would achieve success in college, graduate high, and, in time, become a distinguished professional man, or perhaps professor."e;"e;Perhaps I might; but, father, in spite of my taste for study, I have one taste still stronger."e;"e;What is that?"e;"e;A taste for adventure. I want to see the world, to visit strange countries, to become acquainted with strange people."e;As the boy spoke his face became flushed and animated.