The only chance seemed to be that of breaking through the floor.

But when the old Cook and myself resolved on this, we found that we had no instrument with which it would be possible to do it.

It was now clear that we had only God to trust in.

The front windows were giving way with successive crashes, and the floor shook as you may have seen a carpet on a gusty day in London.

I went into our bedroom; where I found Susan, Tyrrell, and a little Colored girl of seven or eight years old; and told them that we should probably not be alive in half an hour.