It was not deliverance. It was not death, that happiest deliverance of all! It was a change of prisons—from dark to darker. My heart sank within me. I trembled.
Strange sounds above me at the point of my entrance now attracted my attention! I listened with the utmost tension of ear, endeavoring to conjecture what my jailers were doing. At last I comprehended it! They were bringing brick and mortar, and all in the dark! They [pg 279]were walling up the space by which I had been lowered into the vault.
Horrible idea! My former prison was a dungeon; this was a grave! I was to be buried alive!
The thought overpowered me and I swooned.
