[Gutenberg 2024] • Diary of a Pilgrimage

He said he was surprised that a man who could be so sensible, occasionally, as myself, could have patience to even think of such old-womanish nonsense. He said that years ago, when he was a silly boy, he used to pay attention to this foolish superstition himself, and would never upon any consideration start for a trip upon a Friday. But, one year, he was compelled to do so. It was a case of either starting on a Friday or not going at all, and he determined to chance it. He went, prepared for and expecting a series of accidents and misfortunes. To return home alive was the only bit of pleasure he hoped for from that trip.