shopward

— As the morning sun was exposing his countenance for about the thousandth time since Elnathan Yardstick had left the employment of his old master, and set up in the 'dry goods-line' for himself, the said Elnathan was seen to issue from his father's mansion and wend his way shopward, with a strap-encircled bundle of account books under one arm, a small leather brass-nailed trunk in his opposite hand, and the iron key to his repository, of earthly goods and chattels, peeping from the aperture of his coat pocket.