“Nothing that I had ever seen had affected me so strangely as this
unfamiliar and unaccountable phenomenon, yet I am unable to recall any
sense of fear. I remember—and tell it here because, singularly enough, I
recollected it then—that once in looking carelessly out of an open window
I momentarily mistook a small tree close at hand for one of a group of
larger trees at a little distance away. It looked the same size as the
others, but being more distinctly and sharply defined in mass and detail
seemed out of harmony with them. It was a mere falsification of the law
of aërial perspective, but it startled, almost terrified me. We so rely
upon the orderly operation of familiar natural laws that any seeming
suspension of them is noted as a menace to our safety, a warning of
unthinkable calamity. So now the apparently causeless movement of the
herbage and the slow, undeviating approach of the line of disturbance
were distinctly disquieting. My companion appeared actually frightened,
and I could hardly credit my senses when I saw him suddenly throw his gun
to his shoulder and fire both barrels at the agitated grain! Before the
smoke of the discharge had cleared away I heard a loud savage cry—a
scream like that of a wild animal—and flinging his gun upon the ground
Morgan sprang away and ran swiftly from the spot. At the same instant I
was thrown violently to the ground by the impact of something unseen in
the smoke—some soft, heavy substance that seemed thrown against me with
great force.
“Before I could get upon my feet and recover my gun, which seemed to have
been struck from my hands, I heard Morgan crying out as if in mortal
agony, and mingling with his cries were such hoarse, savage sounds as one
hears from fighting dogs. Inexpressibly terrified, I struggled to my
feet and looked in the direction of Morgan’s retreat; and may Heaven in
mercy spare me from another sight like that! At a distance of less than
thirty yards was my friend, down upon one knee, his head thrown back at a
frightful angle, hatless, his long hair in disorder and his whole body in
violent movement from side to side, backward and forward. His right arm
was lifted and seemed to lack the hand—at least, I could see none. The
other arm was invisible. At times, as my memory now reports this
extraordinary scene, I could discern but a part of his body; it was as if
he had been partly blotted out—I cannot otherwise express it—then a
shifting of his position would bring it all into view again.
“All this must have occurred within a few seconds, yet in that time
Morgan assumed all the postures of a determined wrestler vanquished by
superior weight and strength. I saw nothing but him, and him not always
distinctly. During the entire incident his shouts and curses were heard,
as if through an enveloping uproar of such sounds of rage and fury as I
had never heard from the throat of man or brute!
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