The Strand Magazine, Vol. 17, No. 97, January to June 1899: An Illustrated MonthlyVarious
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The Strand Magazine, Vol. 17, No. 97, January to June 1899: An Illustrated Monthly
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English literature -- Periodicals; Short stories, English -- Periodicals
"I have told you that birds, and even large animals, were engulphed
in the cavern. After the disappearance of the visitors, some of the
old inhabitants remembered that about fifty years before a young girl,
Loisa Muller, who lived with her grandmother in a cottage near the
source, had suddenly disappeared. She had gone out one morning to
gather herbs, and was never seen or heard of again, but her apron had
been found a few days later near the mouth of the cavern. From that
it was evident to all that the skeleton about which Dr. Haselnoss had
written so eloquently was that of the poor girl, who had, no doubt,
been drawn into the cavern by the mysterious influence which almost
daily acted upon more feeble creatures. What that influence was nobody
could tell. The superstitious mountaineers believed that the devil
inhabited the cavern, and terror spread throughout the district.
"One afternoon, in the month of July, my cousin was occupied in
classifying his insects and re-arranging them in their cases. He had
found some curious ones the night before, at which he was highly
delighted. I was helping by making a needle red-hot in the flame of a
candle.
"Sir Thomas, lying back in a chair near the window and smoking a big
cigar, was regarding us with a dreamy air. The commodore was very fond
of me. He often took me driving with him, and used to like to hear me
chatter in English. When the doctor had labelled all his butterflies,
he opened the box of larger insects.
"'I caught a magnificent horn-beetle yesterday,' he said, 'the _lucanus
cervus_ of the Hartz oaks. It is a rare kind.'
"As he spoke I gave him the hot needle, which he passed through the
insect preparatory to fixing it on the cork. Sir Thomas, who had taken
no notice till then, rose and came to the table on which the case of
specimens stood. He looked at the spider of Guyana, and an expression
of horror passed over his rubicund features.
"'There,' he said, 'is the most hideous work of the Creator. I tremble
only to look at it.'
"And, sure enough, a sudden pallor spread over his face.
"'Bah!' said my guardian, 'all that is childish nonsense. You heard
your nurse scream at a spider, you were frightened, and the impression
has remained. But if you regard the creature with a strong microscope,
you would be astonished at the delicacy of its organs, at their
admirable arrangement, and even at their beauty.'
"'It disgusts me,' said the commodore, brusquely. 'Pouff!'
"And he walked away.
"'I don't know why,' he continued, 'but a spider always freezes my
blood."
"Dr. Weber burst out laughing, but I felt the same as Sir Thomas, and
sympathized with him.
"'Yes, cousin, take away that horrid creature,' I cried. 'It is
frightful, and spoils all the others.'
"'Little stupid,' said he, while his eyes flashed, 'nobody compels you
to look at them. If you are not pleased you can go.'
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