. Wit bought; or, The life and adventures of Robert Merry . nd had a comfortlessappearance. We went on conversing for some time; atlast I inquired for her husband, and then sherecognized me. Soon after Bill came in. Heknew me instantly—but I thought the meet-ing gave him pain, rather than pleasure. 1noticed that he looked poor and shabby, andhe seemed to be oppressed with the con-sciousness of it. However, he soon rallied,and went on talking in his usual way, puttinga great many questions to me much fasterthan I could answer them. The next day at early dawn, I took myway to the mountain. It wa
. Wit bought; or, The life and adventures of Robert Merry . nd had a comfortlessappearance. We went on conversing for some time; atlast I inquired for her husband, and then sherecognized me. Soon after Bill came in. Heknew me instantly—but I thought the meet-ing gave him pain, rather than pleasure. 1noticed that he looked poor and shabby, andhe seemed to be oppressed with the con-sciousness of it. However, he soon rallied,and went on talking in his usual way, puttinga great many questions to me much fasterthan I could answer them. The next day at early dawn, I took myway to the mountain. It was aiil\irnn, andthe leaves had already fallen from the chill winds sighed through the branchesof the trees that clothed the shaggy cliffs,and seemed to speak of coming winter. Therebut fe\T birds, the insects were hushed. OLD SARAHS DEATH. 163 fche flowers had gone down to their tombs. 1could not but feel a sort of melancholy, whichin some degree prepared me for the scenewhich followed, As 1 approached old Sarahs cave, I sav 7 in. m %5H. her sitting at the door. I went nearer andspoke to her—but she answered me not. Ilooked again, and perceived that her head wasleaning against the rock—her white hail 164 WIT BOUGHT. hanging loose upon her shoulders. Sheseemed asleep, and I spoke again—and again,I took hold of her arm to awake her—but sheawoke no more. Alone—with no friend ather side—no one to hear her parting words,no one to join in her last prayer—she haddeparted, and doubtless her spirit had goneto a better world. I returned to the village and told what Ihad seen. Some of the inhabitants went tothe mountain with me, and we buried thehermitess near the cave which she had chosenas her home. If the reader should ever bepassing through the little town of Salem, lethim obtain a guide to the mountain, who ifhe cannot show him the exact site of oldSarahs grave, will still point out the ruinsof the cave, and the shelving rock beneathwhich it was forme
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