May he not have been eaten by the lion, or killed by the rattlesnakes?
Who knows ?" My heart was beating fast and my hands shook as if stricken with palsy before I had finished the paragraph.

The strange old man who had come to me in Liverpool that night was probably the mute servant to which the article referred.

In an hour I was on the way to Ogdensburg, quite confident that the issue of my wanderings was at hand.

I reached that town next morning nearly two years, as I have said, after the beginning of my journey to the New World.

Not stopping to breakfast even, I started out to find the house, which my busy imagination had already pictured for itself.