One morning, in cool blood, I slipped a noose about its neck and hung it to the limb of the tree; - hung it with the tears streaming from my eyes, and with the bitterest remorse at my heart.
One night of the day on which this cruel deed was done, I was aroused from sleep by the cry of fire.
One night as I sat, half stupified, in a den of more than infamy, my attention was suddenly drawn to some black object, reposing upon the head of one of the immense hogshead of Gin, or of Rum, which constituted the chief furniture of the apartment.
But this blow was arrested by the hand of my wife. Goaded, by interference, into a rage more demoniacal, I withdrew my arm from her grasp and buried the axe in her brain. She fell dead upon the spot, without a groan.
Many projects entered my mind. At one period i thought of cutting the corpse into minute fragments, and destroying them by fire. At another, I resolved to dig a grave for it the floor of the cellar.
Upon its head, with red extended mouth a solitary the eye of fire, sat the hideous beast whose craft had seduced me into murder, and whose informing voice had consigned me to the hangman. I had walled the monster up into the tomb!