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He
was
near
to
the
point
of
despondence
--
in
real
truth
,
he
had
reached
it
:
for
after
a
spell
of
shouting
he
had
flung
himself
prostrate
along
the
earth
,
despairingly
indifferent
about
proceeding
farther
.
In
all
likelihood
it
was
the
attitude
that
saved
him
Lying
with
his
ear
close
to
the
surface
,
he
heard
a
sound
--
so
slight
,
that
it
would
not
have
been
otherwise
discernible
.
Slight
as
it
was
,
he
could
distinguish
it
,
as
the
very
sound
for
which
his
senses
were
sharpened
.
It
was
the
murmur
of
moving
water
!
With
an
ejaculation
of
joy
,
he
sprang
to
his
feet
,
as
if
nothing
were
amiss
;
and
made
direct
towards
the
point
whence
proceeded
the
sound
.
He
plied
his
improvised
crutch
with
redoubled
energy
.
Even
the
disabled
leg
appeared
to
sustain
him
.
It
was
strength
and
the
love
of
life
,
struggling
against
decrepitude
and
the
fear
of
death
.
The
former
proved
victorious
;
and
,
in
ten
minutes
after
,
he
lay
stretched
along
the
sward
,
on
the
banks
of
a
crystal
streamlet
--
wondering
why
the
want
of
water
could
have
caused
him
such
indescribable
agony
!
Once
more
the
mustanger
's
hut
!
Once
more
his
henchman
,
astride
of
a
stool
in
the
middle
of
the
floor
!
Once
more
his
hound
lying
astretch
upon
the
skin-covered
hearth
,
with
snout
half
buried
in
the
cinders
!
The
relative
positions
of
the
man
and
the
dog
are
essentially
the
same
--
as
when
seen
on
a
former
occasion
--
their
attitudes
almost
identical
.
Otherwise
there
is
a
change
in
the
picture
since
last
painted
--
a
transformation
at
once
striking
and
significant
.
The
horse-hide
door
,
standing
ajar
,
still
hangs
upon
its
hinges
;
and
the
smooth
coats
of
the
wild
steeds
shine
lustrously
along
the
walls
.
The
slab
table
,
too
,
is
there
,
the
trestle
bedstead
,
the
two
stools
,
and
the
"
shake
down
"
of
the
servitor
.
