His legs were dreadfully swelled; his hands bruised; and his fetters occasioned him intolerable pain.

His bodily suffering, however, was nothing compared with his mental anguish.

All the events of the previous day rushed to his recollection; and though he had been unintentionally the cause of his mother's death, he reproached himself as severely as if he had been her actual murderer.
"Had I not been the guilty wretch I am," he cried, bursting into an agony of tears, "she would never have died thus." This strong feeling of remorse having found a natural vent, in some degree subsided, and he addressed himself to his present situation.
Rousing himself, he went to the door.

It had ceased raining, but the atmosphere was moist and chill, and the ground deluged by the recent showers.

Taking up a couple of large stones which lay near, Jack tried to beat the round basils of the fetters into an oval form, so as to enable him to slip his heels through them.
While he was thus employed a farming man came into the barn.