In the rock there exists a little crevice.

Into this a seed in some manner finds its way, vegetates, and in time becomes a great tree--flourishing perhaps for centuries, where, to all appearance, there is not a particle of soil to nourish it, and probably deriving sustenance from the rock itself! It was with no slight gratification that Karl beheld the "cheel" growing so near.

He knew that from it they would obtain brilliant torches--as many as they might stand in need of; so that during the dark nights, instead of sitting idle for the want of light, they could occupy themselves till a late hour within the hovel, in making the "rounds" of the ladders, and doing such other little "chores" as the occasion might require..