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It was Dreadful in the Forest

           Evenifmycomradesshouldnothavemissedme,andshouldneverknowofmyweakness,therewouldstillremainsomeintolerableself-shameinmyownsoul.AndyetIshudderedatthepositioninwhichIfoundmyself,andwouldhavegivenallIpossessedatthatmomenttohavebeenhonorablyfreeofthewholebusiness.

           Itwasdreadfulintheforest.ThetreesgrewsothicklyandtheirfoliagespreadsowidelythatIcouldseenothingofthemoon-lightsavethathereandtherethehighbranchesmadeatangledfiligreeagainstthestarrysky.Astheeyesbecamemoreusedtotheobscurityonelearnedthatthereweredifferentdegreesofdarknessamongthetreesthatsomeweredimlyvisible,whilebetweenandamongthemtherewerecoal-blackshadowedpatches,likethemouthsofcaves,fromwhichIshrankinhorrorasIpassed.Ithoughtofthedespairingyellofthetorturediguanodonthatdreadfulcrywhichhadechoedthroughthewoods.Ithought,too,oftheglimpseIhadinthelightofLordJohn’storchofthatbloated,warty,blood-slaveringmuzzle.EvennowIwasonitshunting-ground.Atanyinstantitmightspringuponmefromtheshadowsthisnamelessandhorriblemonster.Istopped,and,pickingacartridgefrommypocket,Iopenedthebreechofmygun.AsItouchedthelevermyheartleapedwithinme.Itwastheshot-gun,nottherifle,whichIhadtaken!

           Againtheimpulsetoreturnsweptoverme.Here,surely,wasamostexcellentreasonformyfailureoneforwhichnoonewouldthinkthelessofme.

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