exception of a small satchel.

"It shall be sent to you at once," the old man answered, as he walked
slowly away.

Left to himself, Henley looked around with curiosity. Every comfort
had been provided, even to an arm-chair and writing-table by the
fire; but the room, as well as its furnishing, was old and quaint,
and rapidly going to decay. Everything he saw related to a past
period of existence. The window was high, and deep set in the wall.
There was a bench under it, upon which one was obliged to climb to
obtain a view of the country, and Henley pulled himself up into the
sill to look out.

The landscape presented an unbroken panorama of forest. No farming
land was visible, and the distant mountains closed in the sky-line,
and all bathed in the soft light of the moon, made a picture of
extreme beauty and loneliness--a solid wilderness, shut in from the
busy world without. There was a musty smell, as if the room had not
been used in years, and he lifted the sash. The rich perfume of fir
and balsam was wafted in, displacing the disagreeable odor.

The bed was a high four-poster, and there were steps for climbing
into it. On examination, it was discovered to be built into the room
with heavy timbers, and framed solidly with the house itself. A few
faded rugs were scattered about the worm-eaten floor, and in every
direction the wood-work was rough and unpainted, though massive
enough for a fortress. Above the wash-stand was a strange picture,
painted upon a fragment of coarse blanket, which had been stretched
upon the wall. It depicted the setting sun, with red and gold rays,