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From: Kanda H. <nu...@k-...> - 2009-08-18 01:25:22
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Of encountering a tiger--a cobra--we hardly knew what, but assuredly something terrible, since it had been sufficient to cause such evident emotion in our usually self-contained comrade. But neither tiger nor cobra was visible--nothing but Cameron pointing with ghastly, haggard face and starting eyeballs at something we could not see. "'Cameron! Cameron' cried I, seizing his arm, "'for heaven's sake, speak! What is the matter?' "Scarcely were the words out of my mouth when a low, but very peculiar sound struck on my ear, and Cameron, dropping his pointing hand, said in a hoarse, strained voice, 'There! you heard it? Thank God it's over' and fell to the ground insensible. "There was a momentary confusion while we unfastened his collar, and I dashed in his face some water which I fortunately had in my flask, while another tried to pour brandy between his clenched teeth; and under cover of it I whispered to the man next to me (one of our greatest sceptics, by the way), 'Beauchamp, did _you_ hear anything?' "'Why, yes,' he replied, a curious sound, very; a |