'll get him, an' rack his
neck for him!"

I could not say Amen to the weaver's prayer, and therefore tried to
compose myself as well as I could, and made some religious comment on
the causes of the nation's depravity. But suspecting that my potent
friend had betrayed my flight and disguise, to save his life, I was
very uneasy, and gave myself up for lost. I said prayers in the family,
with the tenor of which the wife was delighted, but the weaver still
dissatisfied; and, after a supper of the most homely fare, he tried to
start an argument with me, proving that everything for which I had
interceded in my prayer was irrelevant to man's present state. But I,
being weary and distressed in mind, shunned the contest, and requested
a couch whereon to repose.

I was conducted into the other end of the house, among looms, treadles,
pirns, and confusion without end; and there, in a sort of box, was I
shut up for my night's repose, for the weaver, as he left me,
cautiously turned the key of my apartment, and left me to shift for
myself among the looms, determined that I should escape from the house
with nothing. After he and his wife and children were crowded into
their den, I heard the two mates contending furiously about me in
suppressed voices, the one maintaining the probability that I was the
murderer, and the other proving the impossibility of it. The husband,
however, said as much as let me understand that he had locked me up on
purpose to bring the military, or officers of justice, to seize me. I
was in the utmost perplexity, yet for all that, and the imminent danger
I was in, I fell asleep, and a more troubled and tormenting sleep never
enchained a mortal frame. I had such dreams that they will not bear
repetition, and early in the morning I awaked, feverish, and parched
with thirst.

I went to call mine host, that he might let me out to the open air,
but, before doing so, I thought it necessary to put on some clothes. In
attempting to do this, a circumstance arrested my attention (for which
I could in nowise account, which to this day I cannot unriddle, nor
shall I ever be able to comprehend it while I live): the frock and
turban, which had furnished my disguise on the preceding day, were both
removed, and my own black coat and cocked hat laid down in their place.
At first I thought I was in a dream, and felt the weaver's beam, web,
and treadle-strings with my hands, to convince myself that I was awake.
I was certai