But nothing was to be seen but a very thin slice of blue sky peeping through the lofty foliage of a great tree planted near the side-portal of the mansion; an ancient tree, coeval with the ancient dwelling it guarded.
Sitting down on the Mattress, Israel fell into a reverie.
"Poverty and liberty, or plenty and a prison, seem to be the two horns of the constant dilemma of my life," thought he.

"Let's look at the prisoner." And taking up the shaving-glass, he surveyed his lineaments.
"What a pity I didn't think to ask for razors and soap.

I want shaving very badly.

I shaved last in France.

How it would pass the time here.
Had I a comb now and a razor, I might shave and curl my hair, and keep making a continual toilet all through the two days, and look spruce as a robin when I get out.