STORY TWO, CHAPTER 8.

It was evening when we were cast ashore in this new country, so that we

had not advanced far into the forest before night closed in and

compelled us to halt; for, had we continued our journey in the dark, we

should certainly have been drowned in one of the many deep morasses

which abounded there, and which we had found it difficult to steer clear

of, even in daylight.

As the moon arose and the stars began to glimmer in the sky, I observed,

to my dismay, that all kinds of noxious creatures and creeping things

began to move about, and strange hissing sounds and low dismal hootings

and wails were heard at times indistinctly, as if the place were the

abode of evil spirits, who were about to wake up to indulge in their

midnight orgies.

"Oh! Jack," said I, shuddering violently, as I stopped and seized my

companion by the arm. "I can't tell what it is that fills me with an

unaccountable sensation of dread. I--I feel as if we should never more

get out of this horrible swamp, or see again the blessed light of day.

See! see! what horrid creature is that?"

"Pooh! man," interrupted Jack, with a degree of levity in his tone which

surprised me much. "It's only a serpent. All these kind o' things are

regular cowards. Only let them alone and they're sure to let you alone.

I should like above all things to tickle up one o' these brutes, and

let him have a bite at my wooden toe! It would be rare fun, wouldn't

it, Bob, eh? Come, let us push on, and see that you keep me straight,

old fellow!"

I made no reply for some time. I was horrified at my comrade's levity

in such circumstances. Then, as I heard him continue to chuckle and

remark in an undertone on the surprise the serpent would get on

discovering the exceeding toughness of his toe, it for the first time

flashed across my mind that his sufferings had deranged my dear

companion's intellect.

The bare probability of such a dreadful calamity was sufficient to put

to flight all my previous terrors. I now cared nothing whatever for the

loathsome reptiles that wallowed in the swamps around me, and the quiet

glidings and swelterings of whose hideous forms were distinctly audible

in the stillness of approaching night. My whole anxiety was centred on

Jack. I thought that if I could prevail on him to rest he might

recover, and proposed that we should encamp; but he would not hear of

this. He kept plunging on, staggering through brake and swamp, reedy

pond and quaking morass, until I felt myself utterly unable to follow

him a step farther.

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