The place where I had taken up, as I supposed, my last earthly abode,
was pleasant in clear and mild weather; and I spent most of my time in
as much peace as the state of my mind would permit. I saw houses, but
no human beings, except on the side of a little hill near by, where
were some men at work, making sounds like those made in hammering
stone. The shade around me was so thick that I felt assured of being
sufficiently protected from observation if I kept still; and a cluster
of bushes offered me shelter for the night. As evening approached, I
was somewhat alarmed by the sound of voices near me, and I found that a
number of labourers were passing that way from their work. I went in a
fright to the thickest of the bushes, and lay down, until all again was
still, and then ventured out to take my seat again on the turf.
Darkness now came gradually on; and with it fears of another
description. The thought struck me that there might be wild beasts in
that neighborhood, ignorant as I then was of the country; and the more
I thought of it, the more I became alarmed. I heard no alarming sound,
it is true; but I knew not how soon some prowling and ferocious beast
might come upon me in my defenceless condition, and tear me in pieces.
I retired to my bushes, and stretched myself under them upon the
ground: but I found it impossible to sleep; and my mind was almost
continually agitated by thoughts on the future or the past.
In the morning the little boy made his appearance again, and brought me
a few cakes which he had purchased for me. He showed much interest in
me, inquired why I did not live in a house; and it was with difficulty
that I could satisfy him to let me remain in my solitary and exposed
condition. Understanding that I wished to continue unknown, he assured
me that he had not told even his mother about me; and I had reason to
believe that he faithfully kept my secret to the last. Though he lived
a considerable distance from my hiding-place, and, as I supposed, far
down in the city, he visited me almost every day, even when I had not
desired him to bring me any thing. Several times I received from him
some small supplies of food for the money I had given him. I once gave
him a half-dollar to get changed; and he brought me back every penny of
it, at his next visit.
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