shut off the valley from the south. Her father had spoken of the island as a natural fortress. Except for the mountains the Government would never have thought of sending the dreadful Napoleon to St. Helena. So she hated the mountains and cliffs.
Perhaps, however, even at that moment when she dreaded the coming of the exiled Emperor, Betsy may have recalled her own first impressions of St. Helena and cast a half-pitying thought toward the great man who now saw in its rocky heights only his prison wall.
One day Betsy's mother had reminded the young girl of the bitter tears she shed when she had first seen the island.
"You were a silly girl to cry when you first came in sight of land," said her mother, recalling the circumstance.
"Yes, but some had told me that the island was really the head of a great negro that was only waiting for the breakfast bell; then it would devour me first, and later the rest of the passengers and crew."
"Well, I am glad you told me your fears."
"So am I, for you showed me that these things could not be true."
