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The Savage Home
Inaboutanhourtheyreturnedandreporteddeepwaterthroughthepassageaswellasfarintothelittlebasin.
Beforedarkthebarkentinelaypeacefullyatanchoruponthebosomofthestill,mirror-likesurfaceoftheharbor.
Thesurroundingshoreswerebeautifulwithsemitropicalverdure,whileinthedistancethecountryrosefromtheoceaninhillandtableland,almostuniformlyclothedbyprimevalforest.
Nosignsofhabitationwerevisible,butthatthelandmighteasilysupporthumanlifewasevidencedbytheabundantbirdandanimallifeofwhichthewatchersontheFuwalda’sdeckcaughtoccasionalglimpses,aswellasbytheshimmerofalittleriverwhichemptiedintotheharbor,insuringfreshwaterinplenitude.
Asdarknesssettledupontheearth,ClaytonandLadyAlicestillstoodbytheship’srailinsilentcontemplationoftheirfutureabode.Fromthedarkshadowsofthemightyforestcamethewildcallsofsavagebeasts—thedeeproarofthelion,and,occasionally,theshrillscreamofapanther.
Thewomanshrankclosertothemaninterror-strickenanticipationofthehorrorslyinginwaitforthemintheawfulblacknessofthenightstocome,whentheyshouldbealoneuponthatwildandlonelyshore.
LaterintheeveningBlackMichaeljoinedthemlongenoughtoinstructthemtomaketheirpreparationsforlandingonthemorrow.
