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Even
if
my
comrades
should
not
have
missed
me
,
and
should
never
know
of
my
weakness
,
there
would
still
remain
some
intolerable
self-shame
in
my
own
soul
.
And
yet
I
shuddered
at
the
position
in
which
I
found
myself
,
and
would
have
given
all
I
possessed
at
that
moment
to
have
been
honorably
free
of
the
whole
business
.
It
was
dreadful
in
the
forest
.
The
trees
grew
so
thickly
and
their
foliage
spread
so
widely
that
I
could
see
nothing
of
the
moon-light
save
that
here
and
there
the
high
branches
made
a
tangled
filigree
against
the
starry
sky
.
As
the
eyes
became
more
used
to
the
obscurity
one
learned
that
there
were
different
degrees
of
darkness
among
the
trees
--
that
some
were
dimly
visible
,
while
between
and
among
them
there
were
coal-black
shadowed
patches
,
like
the
mouths
of
caves
,
from
which
I
shrank
in
horror
as
I
passed
.
I
thought
of
the
despairing
yell
of
the
tortured
iguanodon
--
that
dreadful
cry
which
had
echoed
through
the
woods
.
I
thought
,
too
,
of
the
glimpse
I
had
in
the
light
of
Lord
John
's
torch
of
that
bloated
,
warty
,
blood-slavering
muzzle
.
Even
now
I
was
on
its
hunting-ground
.
At
any
instant
it
might
spring
upon
me
from
the
shadows
--
this
nameless
and
horrible
monster
.
I
stopped
,
and
,
picking
a
cartridge
from
my
pocket
,
I
opened
the
breech
of
my
gun
.
As
I
touched
the
lever
my
heart
leaped
within
me
.
It
was
the
shot-gun
,
not
the
rifle
,
which
I
had
taken
!
Again
the
impulse
to
return
swept
over
me
.
Here
,
surely
,
was
a
most
excellent
reason
for
my
failure
--
one
for
which
no
one
would
think
the
less
of
me
.
But
again
the
foolish
pride
fought
against
that
very
word
.
I
could
not
--
must
not
--
fail
.
After
all
,
my
rifle
would
probably
have
been
as
useless
as
a
shot-gun
against
such
dangers
as
I
might
meet
.
If
I
were
to
go
back
to
camp
to
change
my
weapon
I
could
hardly
expect
to
enter
and
to
leave
again
without
being
seen
.
In
that
case
there
would
be
explanations
,
and
my
attempt
would
no
longer
be
all
my
own
.
After
a
little
hesitation
,
then
,
I
screwed
up
my
courage
and
continued
upon
my
way
,
my
useless
gun
under
my
arm
.
The
darkness
of
the
forest
had
been
alarming
,
but
even
worse
was
the
white
,
still
flood
of
moonlight
in
the
open
glade
of
the
iguanodons
.
Hid
among
the
bushes
,
I
looked
out
at
it
.
None
of
the
great
brutes
were
in
sight
.
Perhaps
the
tragedy
which
had
befallen
one
of
them
had
driven
them
from
their
feeding-ground
.
In
the
misty
,
silvery
night
I
could
see
no
sign
of
any
living
thing
.
Taking
courage
,
therefore
,
I
slipped
rapidly
across
it
,
and
among
the
jungle
on
the
farther
side
I
picked
up
once
again
the
brook
which
was
my
guide
.
It
was
a
cheery
companion
,
gurgling
and
chuckling
as
it
ran
,
like
the
dear
old
trout-stream
in
the
West
Country
where
I
have
fished
at
night
in
my
boyhood
.
So
long
as
I
followed
it
down
I
must
come
to
the
lake
,
and
so
long
as
I
followed
it
back
I
must
come
to
the
camp
.
Often
I
had
to
lose
sight
of
it
on
account
of
the
tangled
brush-wood
,
but
I
was
always
within
earshot
of
its
tinkle
and
splash
.
As
one
descended
the
slope
the
woods
became
thinner
,
and
bushes
,
with
occasional
high
trees
,
took
the
place
of
the
forest
.
I
could
make
good
progress
,
therefore
,
and
I
could
see
without
being
seen
.
I
passed
close
to
the
pterodactyl
swamp
,
and
as
I
did
so
,
with
a
dry
,
crisp
,
leathery
rattle
of
wings
,
one
of
these
great
creatures
--
it
was
twenty
feet
at
least
from
tip
to
tip
--
rose
up
from
somewhere
near
me
and
soared
into
the
air
.
As
it
passed
across
the
face
of
the
moon
the
light
shone
clearly
through
the
membranous
wings
,
and
it
looked
like
a
flying
skeleton
against
the
white
,
tropical
radiance
.
I
crouched
low
among
the
bushes
,
for
I
knew
from
past
experience
that
with
a
single
cry
the
creature
could
bring
a
hundred
of
its
loathsome
mates
about
my
ears
.
It
was
not
until
it
had
settled
again
that
I
dared
to
steal
onwards
upon
my
journey
.
The
night
had
been
exceedingly
still
,
but
as
I
advanced
I
became
conscious
of
a
low
,
rumbling
sound
,
a
continuous
murmur
,
somewhere
in
front
of
me
.
This
grew
louder
as
I
proceeded
,
until
at
last
it
was
clearly
quite
close
to
me
.
When
I
stood
still
the
sound
was
constant
,
so
that
it
seemed
to
come
from
some
stationary
cause
.
It
was
like
a
boiling
kettle
or
the
bubbling
of
some
great
pot
.
Soon
I
came
upon
the
source
of
it
,
for
in
the
center
of
a
small
clearing
I
found
a
lake
--
or
a
pool
,
rather
,
for
it
was
not
larger
than
the
basin
of
the
Trafalgar
Square
fountain
--
of
some
black
,
pitch-like
stuff
,
the
surface
of
which
rose
and
fell
in
great
blisters
of
bursting
gas
.
The
air
above
it
was
shimmering
with
heat
,
and
the
ground
round
was
so
hot
that
I
could
hardly
bear
to
lay
my
hand
on
it
.
It
was
clear
that
the
great
volcanic
outburst
which
had
raised
this
strange
plateau
so
many
years
ago
had
not
yet
entirely
spent
its
forces
.
Blackened
rocks
and
mounds
of
lava
I
had
already
seen
everywhere
peeping
out
from
amid
the
luxuriant
vegetation
which
draped
them
,
but
this
asphalt
pool
in
the
jungle
was
the
first
sign
that
we
had
of
actual
existing
activity
on
the
slopes
of
the
ancient
crater
.
I
had
no
time
to
examine
it
further
for
I
had
need
to
hurry
if
I
were
to
be
back
in
camp
in
the
morning
.
It
was
a
fearsome
walk
,
and
one
which
will
be
with
me
so
long
as
memory
holds
.
In
the
great
moonlight
clearings
I
slunk
along
among
the
shadows
on
the
margin
.
In
the
jungle
I
crept
forward
,
stopping
with
a
beating
heart
whenever
I
heard
,
as
I
often
did
,
the
crash
of
breaking
branches
as
some
wild
beast
went
past
.
Now
and
then
great
shadows
loomed
up
for
an
instant
and
were
gone
--
great
,
silent
shadows
which
seemed
to
prowl
upon
padded
feet
.
How
often
I
stopped
with
the
intention
of
returning
,
and
yet
every
time
my
pride
conquered
my
fear
,
and
sent
me
on
again
until
my
object
should
be
attained
.
At
last
(
my
watch
showed
that
it
was
one
in
the
morning
)
I
saw
the
gleam
of
water
amid
the
openings
of
the
jungle
,
and
ten
minutes
later
I
was
among
the
reeds
upon
the
borders
of
the
central
lake
.
I
was
exceedingly
dry
,
so
I
lay
down
and
took
a
long
draught
of
its
waters
,
which
were
fresh
and
cold
.
