Scoffing devil! Again do I vow vengeance; again do I devote thee, miserable fiend, to torture and death. Never will I [omit] <give up> my search, until he or I perish; and then with what ecstasy shall I join my Elizabeth, and [those] <my departed friends,> who even now prepare for me the reward of my tedious toil and horrible [pilgrimage.] <pilgrimage!>
As I still pursued my journey to the northward, the snows thickened, and the cold increased in a degree almost too severe to support. The peasants were shut up in their hovels, and only a few of the most hardy ventured forth to seize the animals whom starvation had forced from their hiding-places to seek for prey. The rivers were covered with ice, and no fish could be procured; and thus I was cut off from my chief article of maintenance.
The triumph of my enemy increased with the difficulty of my labours. One inscription that he left was in these [words: -- "Prepare!] <words: "Prepare!> your toils only begin: wrap yourself in furs, and provide [food, for] <food; for> we shall soon enter upon a journey where your sufferings will satisfy my everlasting hatred."