They would go to her together; and how happy this would be after their toils and sufferings; after so many perils and fatigues, it would be but pleasure to find rest in heaven.
In this way he tried to win their thoughts from dwelling on the terrors of death, every moment growing darker and seeming nearer.
The fire burned down, smouldered, and went out.

No one had thought of replenishing it with fuel.

Though there were faggots enough collected not far off, the toil of bringing them forward seemed too much for their wasted strength and deadened energies.

Fire could be of no service to them now.

It had done them no good while ablaze; and since it had gone out, they cared not to renew it.