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Updated: June 2, 2025
Emma sank down on the edge of the couch with a little sigh of weariness. Gratefulness was in it, too. She looked up at him at the wrinkled, kindly, ape-like face, and he looked down at her. "William," she said, "war is a filthy, evil, vile thing, but it bears wonderful white flowers." "Yas'm!" agreed William, genially, and smiled all over his rubbery, gray-black countenance. "Yas'm!"
Suddenly the bent form knelt upright, the skeleton arms raised high above the tangle of gray-black hair, the thin, high-pitched voice quavered the words of a weird chant, the clawlike fingers twitched in short, jerky spasms, and the emaciated body swayed and weaved to the wild, barbaric rhythm of the chanted curse. Terrible, blighting, the words were borne to the ears of the girl.
Now the clouds close in all round, and the raft hardly appears to move, but to be standing still in the thick, dark water, crushed down by the heavy gray-black vaporous masses, which drift across the heavens, and bar the way. The whole river seems like a fathomless, hidden whirlpool, surrounded by immense mountains, rising toward heaven, and capped with shrouding mists.
For fifty cents I can buy here a huge fern jar with finest gray-black decorations, which would cost me $5 to $10 down at the railroad or $15 in the East; but there is the question of taking it out in my camp kit; and I content myself with a little black-brown basin at the same price, which Marie has used in her own house as meal jar for ten years.
The East Surrey Regiment, which defended the hill in the latter part of the battle for it, suffered severely. Faces and arms became shiny and gray-black. Membranes in the throats thickened, and lungs seemed to be eaten by the chlorine poison.
As far as the fireglow could reach, they were flooded with golden light; where it stopped, they were closed across by darkness as by gray-black doors. Within the sylvan alcove, some four-score battle-stained warriors were taking their ease after a hard day.
Up to the rocky skyline from beyond the barrier she had lately crossed there swept a tumbling mist, as gray-black as the rock itself; and an instant after she felt a stinging blow of wind on her cheek, and heard a low whisper in the air around her. She was roused by a sound that brought her up rigid and alert in the saddle. What was that? A faint report, as of a gun from somewhere.
Pressed back against the wall of a little woodshed that stood behind her house a girl stood at bay, a dark-eyed girl whose beautiful face was drawn and stark-white with horror. She was screaming for aid, her fascinated gaze held by a gray-black, houndlike creature that crouched, snarling, twenty yards distant.
I recall murmuring, "Not falling free, Anita. Some hull plates are set." My dials showed another plate shifting, checking us a little further. Good old Snap! I calculated the next best plate to shift. I tried it. Slid it over. Then everything faded but the feeling of Anita's arms around me. "Gregg, dear one " The end of everything for us.... There was an up-rush of gray-black rock.
And ten minutes later Mr. Grimm presented himself to Señor Rodriguez. The minister from Venezuela, bubbling with excitement, was pacing forth and back across his office, ruffling his gray-black hair with nervous, twining fingers. Mr. Grimm sat down. "Señor," he inquired placidly, "fifty thousand dollars in gold would weigh nearly two hundred pounds, wouldn't it?"
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