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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1873. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER VII. "Come, O thou Traveler unknown, Whom still I hold but cannot see; My company before is gone, And I am left alone with thee: With thee all night I mean to stay, And wrestle till the break of day." 1756, January 1.--The cheerfulness and joy that gladden so many hearths to-day find no place at mine. I am sitting alone in this tomb-like place. Even the gambols and mock combats of my little fellow-prisoners afford me not the least entertainment. My hope of seeing home gives place to a feeling of stolid indifference. Is it the mind, or the body, that suffers this depression? Night.--A deep gloom surrounds me. I seem to have a sombre sullenness of soul. Must I commence the new year under a cloud so dark? January 2.--Long did I lie awake in the night. A verse of the twenty-fifth Psalm ran perpetually through my mind. I read that psalm the last thing before retiring. This is the verse: "Show me thy ways, O Lord; teach me thy paths." I was aroused on two different occasions from a disturbed sleep by audibly pronouncing the verse. Taking my gun, after breakfast, I started out with Pinch for a ramble. Only a few rods from home I fell, and partially sprained the ankle which had been injured before. The pain was very great. I sat some time upon the snow, looking at the disabled member. "It is the Lord's doing," I said to myself; "it is written, 'I will bring the blind by a way they know not'" Before I rose from the spot my purpose was formed. I hastened home, speedily as I could, and applied a poultice of salt and honey. Thinking no more of the injured limb, I gave myself up to prayer and supplication. The whole day was thus spent. yanuary 3.--A better night's rest. The poultice has essentially helped the sprain. But somehow I don't find my mind dwelling m...
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