him, and they all marched off, the measured clink-clank of their
footsteps making metallic music, as they wheeled round a corner
and disappeared from sight.

Left to himself Alwyn's first idea was to sit down in some quiet
corner, and endeavor calmly to realize what strange and cruel
thing had chanced to him. But happening to look up, he saw the
bearded face in the watchtower observing him suspiciously,--he
therefore roused himself sufficiently to walk away, on and on,
scarce heeding whither he went, till he had completely lost sight
of those great gold-glittering portals which had shut him, against
his will, within the walls of a large, splendid, and populous
City. Yes! ... hopelessly perplexing and maddening as it was,
there could be no doubt of this fact,--and though he again and
again tried to convince himself that he was laboring under some
wild and exceptional hallucination, his senses all gave evidence
of the actual reality of his situation,--he felt, he moved, he
heard, he saw, ... he was even beginning to be conscious of
hunger, thirst, and fatigue.

The further he went, the more gorgeous grew the surroundings, . .
his unguided steps wandered as it seemed, of their own accord,
into wide streets, paved entirely with mosaics, and lined on both
sides with lofty, picturesque, and palace-like buildings,--he
crossed and recrossed broad avenues, shaded by tall feathery
palms, and masses of graceful flowering foliage,--he passed rows
upon rows of brilliant shops, whose frontages glittered with the
most costly and beautiful wares of every description,--and as he
strolled about aimlessly, uncertain whither to go, he was
constantly jostled by the pressing throngs of people that crowded