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A hubbub of noises filled the air, snappings, crashings, the rending of woodwork. Captain Macpherson staggered to his feet, and, swaying like a drunken man, stood a few moments holding his hand to his brow. Then his fist clenched and he shook it at the cylinder that had fallen from the table. "Ye viperous, lying thing!" he cried, and ran from the cabin to the deck.
A cyclone can and does grip straws and thrust them unbroken through an inch board but what force was there which could take the delicate petals of a flower and set them like inlay within the surface of a stone? Into my mind came recollection of the wailings, the crashings in the night, of the weird glow that had flashed about us when the mist arose to hide the chained aurora.
We struck across the hollow to the crevice we knew nothing of the entrance you came through. The hollow was not pleasant, either. But it was penetrable, then. "We crossed. As we were about to enter the cleft there issued out of it a most unusual and disconcerting chorus of sounds wailings, crashings, splinterings." I started, shot a look at Dick; absorbed, he was drinking in Ventnor's every word.
But just as quickly he was up on all-fours and began to whirl with hoarse, savage bawls of agony and fury. His action quickly carried him out of the moonlight into the shadow, where he disappeared. There the bawls gave place to gnashing snarls, and crashings in the brush, and snapping of branches, as he made his way into the forest. "Sure he's mad," said Dale, rising to his feet.
THEN, the sense of awe gave way speedily to that of admiration of the dancing fire fountains of a fiery lake; NOW, it was all terror, horror, and sublimity, blackness, suffocating gases, scorching heat, crashings, surgings, detonations; half seen fires, hideous, tortured, wallowing waves. I feel as if the terrors of Kilauea would haunt me all my life, and be the Nemesis of weak and tired hours.
The girls listened to the crashings and the reports in awesome silence. "All over!" announced Tom, in a tone of relief. "I I don't see anything about a falling tree that necessitates scaring a person out of a year's growth," complained Emma. "You don't, eh? Then you have something to learn," answered Tom rather shortly.
Then it came to her that Cunningham would not be strong enough to vanquish Flint, so she ran aft to rouse Denny. As she went down the companionway, her knees threatening to give way, she heard voices, blows, crashings against the partitions. Instinct told her to seek her cabin and barricade the door; curiosity drove her through the two darkened salons to the forward passage.
Not only this, but a rigorous division of the contemporary evidence into first hand and second hand still further eliminates the element of the marvelous. Admitting as evidence only the fact set forth as having been observed by the relators themselves, the haunting is reduced to a matter of knocks, groans, tinglings, squeaks, creakings, crashings, and footsteps.
Once clear of brush and stones, he began to run. Allie saw a clear field ahead, but there were steep rocky slopes boxing the valley. She would be hemmed in. She got the mustang turned, and ran among the trees, keeping far over to the left. She heard beating hoofs off to the right, crashings in brush, and then yells. An opening showed the slope alive with Indians riding hard.
"Dale hasn't had time to be close.... Oh, I wish he'd come! I don't know what to do." "Ride back. At least wait for him." Just then Pedro spoke differently, in savage barks, and following that came a loud growl and crashings in the brush. These sounds appeared to be not far up the slope. "Nell! Do you hear? Pedro's fighting the bear," burst out Bo. Her face paled, her eyes flashed like blue steel.
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