CHAPTER IV

HOW SMALL PORGES, IN LOOKING FOR A FORTUNE FOR ANOTHER, FOUND AN UNCLE FOR HIMSELF The meeting of George Bellew and Small Porges (as he afterwards came to be called) was sudden, precipitate, and wholly unexpected; and it befell on this wise. Bellew had opened his knapsack, had fished thence cheese, clasp knife, and a crusty loaf of bread, termed, for some occult reason, "cottage," and having exerted himself so far, had fallen a thinking or a dreaming in his characteristic attitude, _i.e._ on the flat of his back, w…