. He briefly informed me that
seals had been placed on all my effects, that my household was placed
under an arrest similar to my own, and that when I had pointed out the
various articles of my property in the cabin, there was nothing more for
me to do but to accompany him on shore.

As I was not suffered to take any portion of my baggage with me, even of
my clothes, I was soon in the boat and pulling rapidly for the land. The
quays and the jetty were crowded with people whose curiosity I at once
perceived had no other object than myself; and although some did not
scruple to exhibit towards me signs of dislike and dissatisfaction, I
could remark that others regarded me with a compassionate, and even a
kindly look. All were, however, scrupulously silent and respectful,
and touched their hats in salutation as I ascended the stairs of the
landing-place.

This feeling, to my considerable astonishment, I perceived extended even
to the soldiery, one or two of whom saluted as I passed. In any case,
thought I, it is for no insignificant offender I am taken; and even that
is some comfort, provided my crime be not high treason.

I was conducted straight to the "Carcel Morena," a large, sombre-looking
building which was at once fortress, prison, and residence of the
Governor, exhibiting a curious mixture of these incongruous functions in
all its details.

The apartment into which I was ushered was a large saloon, dimly lighted
by narrow windows piercing the thick walls. The furniture had once been
handsome, but from time and neglect had become worn and disfigured. A
small table, spread with a very tolerable breakfast, stood in one of
the windows, at which I was invited to seat myself, and then I was
left alone to my own lucubrations. Hunger prevailed over grief, I ate
heartily; and having concluded my meal, amused myself by studying
the Trojan war, which was displayed upon the walls in a very ancient
tapestry.

I had traced the fortunes of Greeks and Trojans on the walls till 1 was
well-nigh wearied. I had even gazed upon the little patches of brown
grass beneath the windows till my eyes grew dim with watching; but no
one came to look after me, and, in the unbroken silence around, I
half feared that I should be utterly forgotten, and left, like the old
tapestry, to die of moths and years; but at last, as day was declining,
I heard something like the clank of arms and the tramp of soldiery,
and soon the sounds were more disti