He hitched the bedroll to his backpack and went camping.

I guess you were right. What did he say? He guesses you were right.

He suffered from ill treatment.

Is thy ſweet Heart now grown ſo cold, / that loving Breaſt of thine; / That thou canſt never once reflect / on Old long ſyne. / [Chorus] On Old long ſyne my Jo, / on Old long ſyne, / That thou canſt never once reflect, / on Old long ſyne.]