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Chapter 4

           Thensucceededpuffs,andwhirlinggusts,ofwindcoldasifprojectedfromcavesofice,andaccompaniedbyanoiseasthoughallthetrumpetsofAeoluswereannouncingtheadventoftheStorm-King!

           Inanotherinstantthenortherwasaroundthem;andthewaggontrain,haltedonasubtropicalplain,wasenvelopedinanatmosphere,akintothatwhichcongealstheicebergsoftheArcticOcean!

           Nothingmorewasseennothingheard,savethewhistlingofthewind,oritshoarseroaring,asitthunderedagainstthetiltsofthewaggons.Themuleshavinginstinctivelyturnedsterntowardsit,stoodsilentintheirtraces;andthevoicesofthetravellers,insolemnconverseinside,couldnotbedistinguishedamidthehowlingofthehurricane.

           Everyaperturehadbeenclosed:foritwassoondiscovered,thattoshowafacefromundertheshelteringcanvaswastocourtsuffocation.Theairwassurchargedwithashes,liftedaloftfromtheburntplain,andreduced,bythewhirlingofthewind,toanimpalpablebutpoisonouspowder.

           Foroveranhourdidtheatmospherecarrythiscinereouscloud;duringwhichperiodlastedtheimprisonmentofthetravellers.

           Atlengthavoice,speakingclosebythecurtainsofthecarriole,announcedtheirrelease.

           "Youcancomeforth!"saidthestranger,thecrapescarfthrownbackabovethebrimofhishat."Youwillstillhavethestormtocontendagainst.Itwilllasttotheendofyourjourney;and,perhaps,forthreedayslonger.Butyouhavenothingfurthertofear.Theashesareallsweptoff.

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