I can hardly describe my sensations.  Five minutes before, I was horribly frightened; the cold perspiration stood upon my forehead; my hands were wet, and my legs sank under me.  But now, all the fear had gone.  I knew I was to die, and I remembered the execution I had seen in that great enclosure, when with one _whisk_ of the sword the executioner had lopped off head after head.  It would not take long, I thought, and a curious exaltation came over me as I began to think of home, and at the same time my lips uttered the word "Good-bye," which was followed by a prayer.