upon his ear, the music of the human voice.  A stronger thrill of pleasure had never passed through his frame.  He felt as though he could remain thus shut out from the rest of the world for ever, so that he could see and talk with his fellow-men.  He did not then think of the keen delight that awaited him, for in the first impulse of selfish gratification he had forgotten the being who loved him better than life.

An hour had not passed when he was again called for.  The door of a private apartment in the keeper’s house was thrown open, and he entered alone.  There was but one being present:  a pale, haggard woman, poorly clad, who tottered towards him with extended arms.  At that moment both hearts were too full, and their lips were sealed in silence.  But oh! how eagerly did each bind the other in a long, long embrace!  It seemed as if their arms would never be unlocked.  For one hour were they left, thus alone.  But how were years crowded into that hour; years of endurance—­terrible endurance!

It seemed scarcely one-tenth of that short time, when Mrs. Warburton was summoned away, but with the kind permission to visit her husband at the same hour every day.  Slowly she passed beneath the ponderous gate, and still more slowly moved away, thinking how long it would be before another day had passed, bringing another blessed interview.

The case of Warburton and his faithful wife soon came to the ears of the governor, and he having expressed considerable sympathy for them, the fact was soon made known to Mrs. Warburton, who was recommended to petition him in person for a remission of the sentence.  The hint was no sooner given than acted upon, and after a delay of several months of hope and fear, to the joy of her heart, she found her husband at liberty.

In some of his former business or gambling transactions he had become possessed of a clear title to three hundred acres of land, upon which was a log-cabin, situated about thirty miles eastward from the capital of the state, and nearly upon the national road.  Searching among his papers, still preserved by his wife, he found the deed, and as nothing better offered, he started with his family and but ten dollars, to begin the world anew as a backwoods farmer.  The few articles of furniture which his wife had preserved, served to render the dilapidated cabin, in which was not a single pane of glass, sash, or shutter, barely comfortable.  It was early in the spring when they re-moved, and though the right time for planting corn and the ordinary table vegetables, yet it would be months before they would be fit to use.  In the mean time, a subsistence must be had.  The quickest way to obtain food Warburton found in the use of his rifle, for wild turkeys and deer abounded in the forest.  He also managed to take a few dozen turkeys now and then to a neighbouring town, and dispose of them for corn-meal, flour, and groceries.  In about a month he was enabled to sell one hundred acres of his land for three hundred dollars, one hundred in money, and the balance in necessary things for stocking a farm.  He was now fairly started again, with a cow, a horse, and all requisite agricultural implements.