Continental Monthly, Vol. III, No IV, April 1863: Devoted to Literature and National PolicyVarious
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Continental Monthly, Vol. III, No IV, April 1863: Devoted to Literature and National Policy
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Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals; United States -- Politics and government -- 19th century -- Periodicals
'My remembrance of that hazardous crossing even now fills me with a
sympathetic thrill. The river, near where I had leaped in, varied
in depth from my middle to my neck, and the snaky stalks of tule
clung to me, retarding my retreat like faithful allies of the
enemy. An area of this plant extended to the channel, a distance of
some fifty yards, where a clear current rendered swimming feasible;
and this I essayed to reach, urged onward by terror, and regardless
of ordinary obstructions. So vigorous was my action that,
notwithstanding the frequent reversals of my head and 'head's
antipodes' as I tripped over reeds and roots, perhaps I should have
reached the 'point proposed' with only a loss equivalent to the
proverbial 'year's growth,' had not a hidden snag unluckily lain in
the way, which 'by hook or by crook' fastened itself in the part of
my trowsers exactly corresponding, when dry, with that 'broad disk
of drab' finally seen, after much anxiety, by the curious Geoffrey
Crayon between the parted coat-skirts of a certain mysterious
'Stout Gentleman,' and inextricably held me in check despite my
frantic struggles.
'Imagine my feelings while thus entangled by a bond of enduring
material, a bait for a fierce brute which eagerly pressed forward
to snap at me. Believe me, boys, this was _not_ the happiest moment
of my life. I knew no reason why I should resignedly submit to so
undistinguished a fate. My knife, however, was in the boat, so that
my release could only be attained by extreme exertion. Accordingly
I writhed and jerked with my 'best violence,' all the time
denouncing the whole race of bears, from 'Noah's pets' down; and
you may be sure, emphatically expressing not a very exalted opinion
of snags.
'Ah! how that brief period of horrible _suspense_ appeared to
stretch out almost to the crack of doom. I roared lustily for help,
but no aid came. The bear continued its course through the thicket;
in another instant I might be seized.
'Rather than suffer such a 'taking off' as this, which now seemed
inevitable, I should have welcomed as an easy death any method of
exit from life that I might hitherto have deprecated. Incited then
by the proximity of the beast, which so intensified the horror of
my situation, to a last desperate effort to avert this much dreaded
fate; and, concentrating nearly a superhuman strength upon one
impetuous bound, the _stubborn fabric burst_, and--joy possessed my
soul!
'Even greater than my recent misery was the ecstasy which succeeded
my liberation. The happy sense of relief imparted to me such a
feeling of buoyancy that I was enabled to extricate myself from
this 'slough of despond,' and I soon reached the swift current,
when a few strokes landed me in security on a jutting bar.
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