Our sole shelter was a break-wind of boughs with a fire in front.

The days passed agonisingly by; and when I tell you that every hour--nay, every moment--was a crushing torture, you will understand what that phrase means.

We grew weaker and weaker, and, I believe, more emaciated.

We became delirious and hysterical, and more and more insensible to the cold and hunger.

No doubt death would soon have come to our relief had you not arrived in time to save us." * * * * * This, then, was the fearful story which the unfortunate Misses Rogers had to tell.