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Identifier: outing55newy (find matches)
Title: Outing
Year: 1885 (1880s)
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Subjects: Leisure Sports Travel
Publisher: (New York : Outing Pub. Co.)
Contributing Library: Tisch Library
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an-nibal regard. For it was Macklan whohad brought us there. He moaned once and stood up, mov-ing his hands. I do not think he couldsee, but I know he feared to stay inthe boat with men who looked at himas we were looking. He said nothing—only leaned side-ways. He was like a falling tree, butslower. He leaned with incredibleslowness, as it seemed. But at last he THE MAN WHO KNEW 59 leaned no more. There was a splashand a seething of the frightful wa-ters. Macklan had gone over—gone over,and presently we sailed ashore, borne asit were upon the shoulders of the sharks.We ran into a little cove that shalloweduntil the sharks could not follow us. Sowe were saved by Macklan—the coward. waxy blossoms. We walked for daysround an emerald-green patch of level,inviting sward. One man we left herealso—in the swamp. The fault of thecaptain, mark you, from the beginningto the end. One by one the company thinned,until at last there walked but three ofus—the ships boy, the captain, and my-
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HE SAT DOWN BY THE BODY OF THE BOY AND HID HIS FACE IN HIS HANDS. Mark this, it was from beginningto end the fault of the captain. Heshould never have put Macklan at thewheel after I warned him. That isclear. But I said nothing—nothing atall. For things were not ready then forwhat was to be done. We set off in a haggard band fromthe coast seeking a town—a village—anything. I remember that we passedthrough strange and perilous places—forests that were dank and dark andfunereal, valleys that were sickly withthe scent of venomous flowers. In sucha valley two of our band died—for therewere snakes sleeping under the white, self walking like cripples. It was thenthat I carried the club which I had fash-ioned from a bough. We came to a valley in the moon-light—it ran right across our path andreached miles on either side of us. Weclimbed down, crossing it, and as heclimbed the boy put his hand on a littleyellow snake that was coiled upon astone. Then there were but the twoof us le

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