She had no longings for a purer heart, a better life.

Far easier to descend lower.

She entered the darkness of perpetual infamy.
She asked not the rite of civilization or Christianity.

Her will made her the wife of Seth.

Soon followed scenes familiar and trying.
"It's no use," said Seth one day; "we must give the children away, and try to get work in some other place." "Who'll take the black devils ?" snarled Mag.
"They're none of mine," said Seth; "what you growling about ?" "Nobody will want any thing of mine, or yours either," she replied.
"We'll make 'em, p'r'aps," he said.