We pressed in all the available knowledge of Latin about camp, and found that the tenor of the verses was very uncomplimentary to that charming sex which does us the honor of being our mothers and sweethearts.

These evidences we accepted as sufficient demonstration that there was a woman at the bottom of the mystery, and made us more impatient for further developments.

These were never to come.

Bradford pined away an Belle Isle, and grew weaker, but no less reserved, each day.

At length, one bitter cold night ended it all.
He was found in the morning stone dead, with his iron-gray hair frozen fast to the ground, upon which he lay.