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my
coat
tails
were
over
my
head
,
and
I
was
progressing
in
great
leaps
and
bounds
,
and
quite
against
my
will
,
towards
him
.
In
the
same
moment
the
discoverer
was
seized
,
whirled
about
,
and
flew
through
the
screaming
air
.
I
saw
one
of
my
chimney
pots
hit
the
ground
within
six
yards
of
me
,
leap
a
score
of
feet
,
and
so
hurry
in
great
strides
towards
the
focus
of
the
disturbance
.
Cavor
,
kicking
and
flapping
,
came
down
again
,
rolled
over
and
over
on
the
ground
for
a
space
,
struggled
up
and
was
lifted
and
borne
forward
at
an
enormous
velocity
,
vanishing
at
last
among
the
labouring
,
lashing
trees
that
writhed
about
his
house
.
A
mass
of
smoke
and
ashes
,
and
a
square
of
bluish
shining
substance
rushed
up
towards
the
zenith
.
A
large
fragment
of
fencing
came
sailing
past
me
,
dropped
edgeways
,
hit
the
ground
and
fell
flat
,
and
then
the
worst
was
over
.
The
aerial
commotion
fell
swiftly
until
it
was
a
mere
strong
gale
,
and
I
became
once
more
aware
that
I
had
breath
and
feet
.
By
leaning
back
against
the
wind
I
managed
to
stop
,
and
could
collect
such
wits
as
still
remained
to
me
.
In
that
instant
the
whole
face
of
the
world
had
changed
.
The
tranquil
sunset
had
vanished
,
the
sky
was
dark
with
scurrying
clouds
,
everything
was
flattened
and
swaying
with
the
gale
.
I
glanced
back
to
see
if
my
bungalow
was
still
in
a
general
way
standing
,
then
staggered
forwards
towards
the
trees
amongst
which
Cavor
had
vanished
,
and
through
whose
tall
and
leaf-denuded
branches
shone
the
flames
of
his
burning
house
.
I
entered
the
copse
,
dashing
from
one
tree
to
another
and
clinging
to
them
,
and
for
a
space
I
sought
him
in
vain
.
Then
amidst
a
heap
of
smashed
branches
and
fencing
that
had
banked
itself
against
a
portion
of
his
garden
wall
I
perceived
something
stir
.
I
made
a
run
for
this
,
but
before
I
reached
it
a
brown
object
separated
itself
,
rose
on
two
muddy
legs
,
and
protruded
two
drooping
,
bleeding
hands
.
Some
tattered
ends
of
garment
fluttered
out
from
its
middle
portion
and
streamed
before
the
wind
.
For
a
moment
I
did
not
recognise
this
earthy
lump
,
and
then
I
saw
that
it
was
Cavor
,
caked
in
the
mud
in
which
he
had
rolled
.
He
leant
forward
against
the
wind
,
rubbing
the
dirt
from
his
eyes
and
mouth
.
He
extended
a
muddy
lump
of
hand
,
and
staggered
a
pace
towards
me
.
His
face
worked
with
emotion
,
little
lumps
of
mud
kept
falling
from
it
.
He
looked
as
damaged
and
pitiful
as
any
living
creature
I
have
ever
seen
,
and
his
remark
therefore
amazed
me
exceedingly
.
"
Gratulate
me
,
"
he
gasped
;
"
gratulate
me
!
"
"
Congratulate
you
!
"
said
I.
"
Good
heavens
!
What
for
?
"
"
I
've
done
it
.
"
