its top.
Between the altar and the wall intervened a space of about seven feet.

The glare of the lamp had blinded Balder to what was beyond it; but,
on stepping round it, he was confronted by an old-fashioned upright
clock, such as were in vogue upon staircase-landings and in
entrance-halls a hundred years ago. With its broad, white, dial-plate,
high shoulders, and dark mahogany case, it looked not unlike a tall,
flat-featured man, holding himself stiffly erect. But whether man or
clock, it was lifeless; the hands were motionless,--there was no sound
of human or mechanical heart-beat within though Balder held his yet
panting breath to listen. Was it Time's coffin, wherein his corpse had
lain still many a silent year,--only that years must stand still
without Time to drive them on! But this still had had no part in the
moving world,--knew naught of life and change, day and night. Here
dwelt a moveless present,--a present at once past and to come, yet
never here! No wonder the mummies felt at home! though even they could
only partially appreciate the situation.

The clock was fastened against the wall. The longer Balder gazed at
it, the more human-like did it appear. Its face was ornamented with
colored pictures of astronomical processes, sufficiently resembling a
set of shadowy features, of a depressed and insignificant type. The
mahogany case served for a close-fitting brown surtout, buttoned to
the chin. The slow vibration of the lamp produced on the countenance
the similitude of a periodically recurring grimace.

Not only did the clock look human, but--or so Balder fancied--it bore
a grotesque and extravagant likeness to a certain elderly relative of
his, whose portrait he had carried in an inner pocket of his
haversack,--now in Long Island Sound. It reminded him, in a word, of
poor old Uncle Hiero, whom he had--no, no!--who was alive and well,
and was perhaps even now observing his dear nephew's perplexity, and
maliciously chuckling over it!

The young man glanced uneasily over his shoulder, but all beyond the
lamp was a gloomy blank, The same moment he trod upon some tough,
thick substance, which yielded beneath his foot! Thoroughly startled,
he jumped back. It lay near the foot of the clock. He stooped, picked
it up, and held in his hands the well-known haversack, from which he
had parted on board the "Empire State." How his heart beat as he
examined it! It was stained and whitened with salt water, and the
s