CHAPTER IV
HOME SICKNESS
He told the doctor he was due in the bar-room at eight o’clock in the morning; the bar-room was in a slum in the Bowery; and he had only been able to keep himself in health by getting up at five o’clock and going for long walks in the Central Park.
“A sea voyage is what you want,” said the doctor. “Why not go to Ireland for two or three months? You will come back a new man.”
“I’d like to see Ireland again.”
And then he began to wonder how the people at home were getting on. The doctor was right. He thanked him, and three weeks afterwards he landed in Cork.
As he sat in the railway carriage he recalled his native village—he could see it and its lake, and then the fields one by one, and the roads. He could see a large piece of rocky land—some three or four hund
