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"As mad as Berselius?" "Yes; this infernal Berselius seemed to have infected him with his own hunting fever, and Bauchardy mon Dieu, you should have seen him during his illness, shooting imaginary elephants, and calling for Berselius." "What I want to get at is this," said Adams.
The incidents were not quite the same, for scenes from real life are scarcely ever reproduced on the stage of Dreamland in their entirety; but they were ghastly enough in all conscience, and Berselius, awake and wiping the sweat from his brow, saw them clearly before him and remembered the callousness with which he had watched them but a few moments ago.
A hundred million trees acacia and palm, m'bina and cottonwood, thorn and mimosa; in gloom, in shine, in valley and on rise, mist-strewn and sun-stricken, all bending under the deep sweet billows of the wind. At the edge of the forest Berselius and Adams took leave of Meeus. Neither Berselius nor Meeus showed any sign of the past day. They had "slept it off."
"Do you see the skyline?" said Berselius. "Yes, I see the skyline." "Well, my memory carries me to the skyline, but not beyond." "Oh, Lord!" said Adams to himself, "here he is beginning it all over again!" "I can remember," said Berselius, "everything that happened as far as my eye carries me. For instance, by that tree a mile away a porter fell down. He was very exhausted.
Honoré, where I can get a cup of tea and a bun. We will talk then." "Now," said Stenhouse, when he was seated at a little marble-topped table with the cup of tea and the bun before him. "You say you have engaged yourself to go to the Congo with Captain Berselius." "Yes. What do you know about him?" "That's just the difficulty.
"Been lying up in the thick stuff all day; come out to feed." He made a sign to Félix who, knowing exactly what was wanted, dived into the tent and came back with a .400 cordite rifle and Adams's elephant gun. "Come," said Berselius, "the brute is evidently thinking. They stay like that for an hour sometimes. If we have any luck, we may get a shot sideways before he moves.
Most curious, for it said fully what a hundred little things had been hinting since their start from the scene of the catastrophe that the old Berselius had vanished and a new Berselius had taken his place. Adams had at first put down the change in his companion to weakness, but the weakness had passed, the man's great vitality had reasserted itself, and the change was still there.
Berselius had allowed the bull to approach to a little over a hundred yards before letting Adams fire.
Berselius, chilling and aloof to the point of mysteriousness, had, since the very starting of the expedition, shown little of his true character to his companion. What he had shown up to this had not lowered Adams's respect for him. Self-restraint seemed the mainspring of that commanding force which this strange man exercised.
As Berselius gazed at the woman, she, with all her will urging her body to retreat, approached him. Then, her knees touching the bed, she fell on her knees beside him and his hand fell on her shoulder. Holding her thus, he gazed on her coldly, dispassionately, and critically, as an emperor of old might have gazed on a defaulting slave.
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