Dublin was grey so H decided to leave. He followed the Tolka River to Dunshaughlin and then the Boyne to the Bog of Allen. The Brosna took him to Lough Derg and the Shannon and her estuary plopped him into the Atlantic Ocean.
The Atlantic Ocean is easily crossed if one takes a run at it, so H soon found himself at the Gulf of Saint Lawrence. After resting for the night at Grosse Isle he followed Saint Lawrence to the lakes Ontario and Erie.
The Grand River flows roughly North to South. This pleased H so he walked her banks until he got a hole in his shoe. In New Berlin H found a job as an apprentice baker, using part of his wage to pay the cobbler. Liking his work and being tired from two days walking, H stayed put to complete his training.
Being an apprentice baker would be pretty rad, I think.
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