the horrors of my situation, and that ever watchful remembrancer of the mortal race, conscience, began to remind me of my wickedness, and the punishments of never sleeping justice, which sooner or later would overtake me: My resolution of leaving the path of vice acquired new strength, and I vowed fervently never to sin again if I should escape once more."
"Amidst these salutary meditations and resolutions night began to set in, and I breathed freer. At length the feather-bed was brought back, but nobody came to sleep in it that night, and the room remained unoccupied."
"As soon as midnight silence announced to me that every body was gone to rest, I slided softly down the chimney, tore one of the bed sheets and twisted it in a line to make use of it in getting into the field. No sooner had I touched the ground than I took to my heels to reach, before day-"break
