Misfortune has broken my once haughty spirit; I yield, I submit; 'tis my fate.

I am alone in the world--let me suffer; can bear it." We got away as soon as it was good and dark.

The king told us to stand well out towards the middle of the river, and not show a light till we got a long ways below the town.

We come in sight of the little bunch of lights by and by--that was the town, you know--and slid by, about a half a mile out, all right.

When we was three-quarters of a mile below we hoisted up our signal lantern; and about ten o'clock it come on to rain and blow and thunder and lighten like everything; so the king told us to both stay on watch till the weather got better; then him and the duke crawled into the wigwam and turned in for the night.