is is human sympathy. I need
all of these, yet I get none; and when I most need, and most desire, and
most seek to obtain, I am the least provided. These are the fruits which
I have sown, however; should I shrink to gather them?

"Yet, there is one--but one of all--whom no reproach of mine could drive
away, or make indifferent to my fate. But I will see her no more.
Strange madness! The creature, who, of all the world, most loves me, and
is most deserving of my love, I banish from my soul as from my sight.
And this is another fruit of my education--another curse that came with
a mother--this wilful love of the perilous and the passionate--this
scorn of the gentle and the soft--this fondness for the fierce
contradiction--this indifference to the thing easily won--this thirst
after the forbidden. Poor Ellen--so gentle, so resigned, and so fond of
her destroyer; but I will not see her again. I must not; she must not
stand in the way of my anxiety to conquer that pride which had ventured
to hate or to despise me. I shall see Munro, and he shall lose no time
in this matter. Yet, what can he be after--he should have been here
before this; it now wants but little to the morning, and--ah! I have not
slept. Shall I ever sleep again!"

Thus, striding to and fro in his apartment, the outlaw soliloquized at
intervals. Throwing himself at length upon a rude couch that stood in
the corner, he had disposed himself as it were for slumber, when the
noise, as of a falling rock, attracted his attention, and without
pausing, he cautiously took his way to the entrance, with a view to
ascertain the cause. He was not easily surprised, and the knowledge of
surrounding danger made him doubly observant, and more than ever
watchful.

Let us now return to the party which had pursued the fugitives, and
which, after the death of the landlord, had, as we have already
narrated, adopting the design suggested by his dying words, immediately
set forth in search of the notorious outlaw, eager for the reward put
upon his head. Having already some general idea of the whereabouts of
the fugitive, and the directions given by Munro having been of the most
specific character, they found little difficulty, after a moderate ride
of some four or five miles, in striking upon the path directly leading
to the Wolf's Neck.

At this time, fortunately for their object, they were encountered
suddenly by--our old acquaintance, Chub Williams, whom, but little
before,