One vast unbroken surface of sheet rock extended for miles in every direction, and rendered it impossible to make a grave.

We were some miles away from the sea-shore, and even had we been nearer, could not have got down the cliffs to bury the corpse in the sand.

I could only, therefore, wrap a blanket around the body of the overseer, and leaving it enshrouded where he fell, escape from the melancholy scene, accompanied by Wylie, under the influence of feelings which neither time nor circumstances will ever obliterate.

Though years have now passed away since the enactment of this tragedy, the dreadful horrors of that time and scene, are recalled before me with frightful vividness, and make me shudder even now, when I think of them.

A life time was crowded into those few short hours, and death alone may blot out the impressions they produced.
For some time we travelled slowly and silently onwards.