I walked forwards like a
drilled recruit, with slow paces. Wonderful varieties of countries,
fields, meadows, mountains, wastes, and sandy deserts rolled along before
my astounded sight; doubtless I had the seven-leagued boots on my legs.
CHAPTER X.
I fell down on my knees in speechless devotion, and shed tears of
gratitude--my future destiny seemed bright in my soul. Shut out from
human society by my early guilt, nature, which I had ever loved, was
given me for my enjoyment, spread out like a rich garden before me, an
object of study for the guide and strength of my life, of which science
was to be the end. It was no decision of my own. What then appeared
bright and perfect in my inner thoughts I have since endeavoured to
describe with calm, earnest, unremitting diligence, and my happiness has
depended on the intensity of my recollections.
I rose up hastily, in order that by a rapid survey I might take
possession of the field in which I wished to make my harvest. I stood
upon the mountains of Thibet, and the sun, which had risen a few hours
before, was now sinking in the evening sky. I journeyed from the east
towards the west of Asia, overtaking the sun in his progress, and passed
the boundaries of Africa. I looked round with great curiosity, and
crossed it in all directions. As I glanced over the old pyramids and
temples of Egypt, I observed in the deserts near the hundred-gated
Thebes, the caverns once occupied by Christian anchorites: instantly it
occurred impressively and distinctly to me--there is thy abode. I chose
for my future dwelling, one of the most secret chambers, which was at the
same time roomy, convenient, and inaccessible to the jackals, and moved
forward with my staff.
I passed into Europe by the Pillars of Hercules, and, after I had taken a
rapid survey of its southern and northern provinces, I hastened to North
Asia, and thence over the polar glaciers to Greenland and America. I
rambled through both parts of that continent, and the winter which had
begun to reign in the south now drove me quickly back northwards from
Cape Horn.
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