ABSTRACT
As I tore myself from the remains of my friend, I felt that I had nothing more to lose. My soul, which had so obstinately clung to the earth, had no longer whereon to fix her hold. Words cannot describe the moment when, having assisted in the last sad office of woman, I was led from the chamber of death to wander through my desolate dwelling. 248 Man cannot utter what I felt when I left the grave of my friend and turned me to the solitary wilderness again.
