Boys -- Juvenile fiction; Fantasy literature; Nature -- Juvenile fiction; Self-reliance -- Juvenile fiction
Imagine to yourself one accustomed to live in the great treeless plain,
accustomed to open his eyes each morning to the wide blue sky and the
brilliant sunlight, now for the first time opening them in that vast
gloomy forest, where neither wind nor sunlight came, and no sound was
heard, and twilight lasted all day long! All round him were trees with
straight, tall grey trunks, and behind and beyond them yet other
trees--trees everywhere that stood motionless like pillars of stone
supporting the dim green roof of foliage far above. It was like a vast
gloomy prison in which he had been shut, and he longed to make his
escape to where he could see the rising sun and feel the fanning wind on
his cheeks. He looked round at the others: they were all stretched on
the ground still in a deep sleep, and it frightened him a little to
look at their great, broad, dark faces framed in masses of black hair.
He felt that he hated them, for they had treated him badly: the children
had taken his clothes, compelling him to go naked, and had beaten and
bruised him, and he had not been pitied and helped by their elders. By
and by, very quietly and cautiously he crept away from among them, and
made his escape into the gloomy wood. On one side the forest shadows
looked less dark than the other, and on that side he went, for it was
the side on which the sun rose, and the direction he had been travelling
when he first met with the savages. On and on he went, over the thick
bed of dark decaying leaves, which made no rustling sound, looking like
a little white ghost of a boy in that great gloomy wood. But he came to
no open place, nor did he find anything to eat when hunger pressed him;
for there were no sweet roots and berries there, nor any plant that he
had ever seen before. It was all strange and gloomy, and very silent.
Not a leaf trembled; for if one had trembled near him he would have
heard it whisper in that profound stillness that made him hold his
breath to listen. But sometimes at long intervals the silence would be
broken by a sound that made him start and stand still and wonder what
had caused it. For the rare sounds in the forest were unlike any sounds
he had heard before. Three or four times during the day a burst of loud,
hollow, confused laughter sounded high up among the trees; but he saw
nothing, although most likely the creature that had laughed saw him
plainly enough from its hiding-place in the deep shadows as it ran up
the trunks of the trees.
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