s legitimate
affair. The accident (for no better reason than that it was such)
inspired him with a superficial cheerfulness. He had landed some
distance below his uncle Glyphic's house,--for such indeed it
was,--and he now took his way towards it through trees and underbrush.
It was so situated, and so thickly surrounded with foliage, as to be
visible from no point in the vicinity. Had the site been chosen with a
view to concealment, the builder could not have succeeded better.
Remembering the eccentricity of his uncle's character, as portrayed in
many an anecdote, Balder would not have been surprised to find him
living under ground, or in a pyramid.

On arriving at the wall whereof the ferryman had told him, he found it
a truly formidable affair, some twelve feet high and built of brick.
To scale it without a ladder was impossible; but Balder, never
doubting that there was a gate somewhere, set out in search of it.

It was tiresome walking over the uneven ground and through obstructing
bushes, branches, and stumps. The tall brick barrier seemed as
interminable as unbroken. How many houses, thought Balder, might have
been built from the material thus wasted! If ever he came into
possession of the place, he resolved to present the brick to his
friend Charon, that he might replace his wooden shanty with something
more durable and convenient, and perhaps build a dock for the schooner
"Resurrection" to lie in. It must have taken a fortune to put up such
a wall; were the enclosure proportionally valuable, it was worth while
crossing the ocean to see it. Still more wall! fully a mile of it
already, and yet further it rambled on through leafy thickets. But no
signs of a gate!

"I believe the Devil really does live here!" exclaimed Balder, in
impatient heat; "and the only way in or out is on a broomstick,--or by
diving under ground, as Charon said!"

Stumbling onwards awhile farther, he suddenly came again upon the
river-bank, having skirted the whole length of the wall. There was
actually no getting in! The castle was impregnable.

Helwyse sat down at the foot of a birch-tree which grew a few yards
from the wall.

"How does my uncle manage about his butcher and baker, I wonder! He
might at least have provided a derrick for victualling his stronghold.
Perhaps he hauls up provisions by ropes over the face of the cliff. No
doubt, Charon knew about it. Shall I go down and look?"

It was provoking--having come so far to ca