I followed him into a cellar filled with casks and barrels containing, as I supposed, wine and provisions for future use.

Returning, we passed through a large room, in one end of which many boxes and barrels were stored.

I afterward learned that there was a large garden and poultry yard in this lonely nook where my uncle's only servant was sequestered.
I was glad when we started back through the thicket, for the hour was late and I felt the need of sleep.
"He gives us our food," said my uncle, when we were at length in the courtyard.

"We have enough of everything needful--but little meat.

It destroys mental power.