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hard and miserable hours must you endure until that pe-
riod shall arrive.’
Scoffing devil! Again do I vow vengeance; again do I de-
vote thee, miserable fiend, to torture and death. Never will
I give up my search until he or I perish; and then with what
ecstasy shall I join my Elizabeth and my departed friends,
who even now prepare for me the reward of my tedious toil
and horrible pilgrimage!
As I still pursued my journey to the northward, the
snows thickened and the cold increased in a degree almost
too severe to support. The peasants were shut up in their
hovels, and only a few of the most hardy ventured forth to
seize the animals whom starvation had forced from their
hiding-places to seek for prey. The rivers were covered with
ice, and no fish could be procured; and thus I was cut off
from my chief article of maintenance.
The triumph of my enemy increased with the difficulty of
my labours. One inscription that he left was in these words:
‘Prepare! Your toils only begin; wrap yourself in furs and
provide food, for we shall soon enter upon a journey where
your sufferings will satisfy my everlasting hatred.’
My courage and perseverance were invigorated by these
scoffing words; I resolved not to fail in my purpose, and
calling on heaven to support me, I continued with unabated
fervour to traverse immense deserts, until the ocean ap-
peared at a distance and formed the utmost boundary of
the horizon. Oh! How unlike it was to the blue seasons of
the south! Covered with ice, it was only to be distinguished
from land by its superior wildness and ruggedness. The

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