The cell was ample in size, but the stone walls were without covering of any kind.

It was lighted during the day by one of the apertures we have already described; the thickness of the walls did not permit the rays of the sun to penetrate to the interior, and at the time of which we speak the apartment was perfectly dark.
"I should like to see the warder," whispered Willis, "when he comes, with his bundle of keys and his night-cap in his hand, to wish your honors good morning, but, in point of fact, to see whether your honors are in safe custody.

How astonished the old rascal will be! Ho, ho, ho!" "My good fellow," said the missionary, "it is scarcely time to laugh yet.

It is just possible we may escape; but vain boasting is in no case deserving of approbation.

It is, indeed, scarcely consistent with the dignity of my cloth to be engaged in breaking out of a prison; still, I am a man of peace, and not a man of war." "No," said Willis, "you are not; but I wish to goodness you were a seventy-four--under the right colors, of course." "I was going to remark," continued the missionary, "that I am a man of peace, and, consequently, do not think that I am justly entitled to be treated as a prisoner of war.