As I looked between the heavy bars of his grated window on the distant plains and hills, I thought how ardently he must wish that he were once more innocent and free. I forgot the cold blooded brutality of the crime and only mourned ever the misery and ruin of the man.

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They spend the half hour in delight-return down the river to their fire and at the close of the evening they take off their shates and step. upon the firm ground, and walk towards their home

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