Hopeless of the future, I wished but this--that my Maker had that night thought good to require my soul of me while I slept; and that this weary frame, absolved by death from further conflict with fate, had now but to decay quietly, and mingle in peace with the soil of this wilderness.
Desesperanzada como estaba respecto al futuro, no habría deseado cosa mejor sino que el Creador hubiese arrebatado aquella noche mi alma de mi cuerpo, evitándome una ulterior lucha con el destino.