We conversed long and in whispers about this strange habitation ere we ventured to approach it; and when at length we did so it was, at least on my part, with feelings of awe.
At first Jack endeavoured to peep in at the window, but from the deep shadow of the trees already mentioned, and the gloom within, he could not clearly discern objects; so we lifted the latch and pushed open the door.
We observed that the latch was made of iron, and almost eaten away with rust.

In the like condition were also the hinges, which creaked as the door swung back.

On entering, we stood still and gazed around us, while we were much impressed with the dreary stillness of the room.

But what we saw there surprised and shocked us not a little.

There was no furniture in the apartment save a little wooden stool and an iron pot, the latter almost eaten through with rust.