With this joy filling and pervading it, she awoke.

From that hour Mrs.Voss never doubted for a single moment that her son was dead, nor that he had come to her in a vision of the night.

As a Christian woman with whom faith was no mere ideal thing or vague uncertainty, she accepted her great affliction as within the sphere and permission of a good and wise Providence, and submitted herself to the sad dispensation with a patience that surprised her friends.
Months passed, and yet the mystery was unsolved.

The large reward offered by Mr.Voss for the recovery of his son's remains kept hundreds of fishermen and others who frequented the river banks and shores of the bay leading down to the ocean on the alert.

As the spring opened and the ice began to give way and float, these men examined every inlet, cove and bar where the tide in its ebb and flow might possibly have left the body for which they were in search; and one day, late in the month of March, they found it, three miles away from the city, where it had drifted by the current.
The long-accepted theory of the young man's death was proved by this recovery of his body.