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But
it
do
n't
need
thet
.
The
crawl
o
'
itself
air
enuf
to
kill
him
!
"
"
Merciful
Heaven
!
you
do
n't
mean
that
?
"
"
I
do
,
Mister
Gerald
.
I
've
seed
more
'
an
one
good
fellur
go
under
wi
'
that
same
sort
o
'
a
stripe
acrost
his
skin
.
If
thur
ai
n't
somethin'
done
,
an
thet
soon
,
he
'll
fust
get
into
a
ragin
'
fever
,
an
then
he
'll
go
out
o
'
his
senses
,
jest
as
if
the
bite
o
'
a
mad
dog
had
gin
him
the
hydrophoby
.
It
air
no
use
frightenin
'
him
howsomdever
,
till
I
sees
what
I
kin
do
.
Thur
's
a
yarb
,
or
rayther
it
air
a
plant
,
as
grows
in
these
parts
.
Ef
I
kin
find
it
handy
,
there
'll
be
no
defeequilty
in
curin
'
o
'
him
.
But
as
the
cussed
lack
wud
hev
it
,
the
moon
hez
sneaked
out
o
'
sight
;
an
I
kin
only
get
the
yarb
by
gropin
'
.
I
know
there
air
plenty
o
'
it
up
on
the
bluff
;
an
ef
you
'll
go
back
inside
,
an
keep
the
fellur
quiet
,
I
'll
see
what
kin
be
done
.
I
wo
n't
be
gone
but
a
minute
.
"
The
whispered
colloquy
,
and
the
fact
of
the
speakers
having
gone
outside
to
carry
it
on
,
instead
of
tranquillising
the
fears
of
Phelim
,
had
by
this
time
augmented
them
to
an
extreme
degree
:
and
just
as
the
old
hunter
,
bent
upon
his
herborising
errand
,
disappeared
in
the
darkness
,
he
came
rushing
forth
from
the
hut
,
howling
more
piteously
than
ever
.
It
was
some
time
before
his
master
could
get
him
tranquillised
,
and
then
only
by
assuring
him
--
on
a
faith
not
very
firm
--
that
there
was
not
the
slightest
danger
.
A
few
seconds
after
this
had
been
accomplished
,
Zeb
Stump
reappeared
in
the
doorway
,
with
a
countenance
that
produced
a
pleasant
change
in
the
feelings
of
those
inside
.
His
confident
air
and
attitude
proclaimed
,
as
plainly
as
words
could
have
done
,
that
he
had
discovered
that
of
which
he
had
gone
in
search
--
the
"
yarb
.
"
In
his
right
hand
he
held
a
number
of
oval
shaped
objects
of
dark
green
colour
--
all
of
them
bristling
with
sharp
spines
,
set
over
the
surface
in
equidistant
clusters
.
Maurice
recognised
the
leaves
of
a
plant
well
known
to
him
--
the
oregano
cactus
.
"
Do
n't
be
skeeart
,
Mister
Pheelum
!
"
said
the
old
hunter
,
in
a
consolatory
tone
,
as
he
stepped
across
the
threshold
.
"
Thur
's
nothin
'
to
fear
now
.
I
hev
got
the
bolsum
as
'll
draw
the
burnin
'
out
o
'
yur
blood
,
quicker
'
an
flame
ud
scorch
a
feather
.
Stop
yur
yellin
'
,
man
!
Ye
've
rousted
every
bird
an
beast
,
an
creepin
'
thing
too
,
I
reckon
,
out
o
'
thar
slumbers
,
for
more
an
twenty
mile
up
an
down
the
crik
.
Ef
you
go
on
at
that
grist
much
longer
,
ye
'll
bring
the
Kumanchees
out
o
'
thur
mountains
,
an
that
'
ud
be
wuss
mayhap
than
the
crawl
o
'
this
hunderd-legged
critter
.
Mister
Gerald
,
you
git
riddy
a
bandige
,
whiles
I
purpares
the
powltiss
.
"
Drawing
his
knife
from
its
sheath
,
the
hunter
first
lopped
off
the
spines
;
and
then
,
removing
the
outside
skin
,
he
split
the
thick
succulent
leaves
of
the
cactus
into
slices
of
about
an
eighth
of
an
inch
in
thickness
.
These
he
spread
contiguously
upon
a
strip
of
clean
cotton
stuff
already
prepared
by
the
mustanger
;
and
then
,
with
the
ability
of
a
hunter
,
laid
the
"
powltiss
,
"
as
he
termed
it
,
along
the
inflamed
line
,
which
he
declared
to
have
been
made
by
the
claws
of
the
centipede
,
but
which
in
reality
was
caused
by
the
injection
of
venom
from
its
poison-charged
mandibles
,
a
thousand
times
inserted
into
the
flesh
of
the
sleeper
!
The
application
of
the
oregano
was
almost
instantaneous
in
its
effect
.
The
acrid
juice
of
the
plant
,
producing
a
counter
poison
,
killed
that
which
had
been
secreted
by
the
animal
;
and
the
patient
,
relieved
from
further
apprehension
,
and
soothed
by
the
sweet
confidence
of
security
--
stronger
from
reaction
--
soon
fell
off
into
a
profound
and
restorative
slumber
.
