I entreat you to let this message be made known in some way to my father, Henry More, Keswick, Cumberland, England, so that he may learn the fate of his son.

The MS.
accompanying this contains an account of my adventures, which I should like to have forwarded to him.

Do this for the sake of that mercy which you may one day wish to have shown to yourself.
"ADAM MORE." "By Jove!" cried Featherstone, as he read the above, "this is really getting to be something tremendous." "This other package must be the manuscript," said Oxenden, "and it'll tell all about it." "Such a manuscript'll be better than meat," said the doctor, sententiously.
Melick said nothing, but, opening his knife, he cut the cords and unfolded the wrapper.

He saw a great collection of leaves, just like those of the letter, of some vegetable substance, smooth as paper, and covered with writing.
"It looks like Egyptian papyrus," said the doctor.

"That was the common paper of antiquity." "Never mind the Egyptian papyrus," said Featherstone, in feverish curiosity.