Wagner, the Wehr-WolfReynolds, George W. M. (George William MacArthur)
Science
Wagner, the Wehr-Wolf
Reynolds, George W. M. (George William MacArthur)
Penny dreadfuls; Werewolves -- Fiction
Overjoyed at the idea of finding a human being in a spot which he had at
first deemed totally uninhabited, and filled with the hope that the
stranger might be able to give him some information relative to the
geographical position of the isle, and even perhaps aid him in forming a
raft by which they might together escape from the oasis of the
Mediterranean, Wagner proceeded toward the mountains. By degrees the
wondrous beauty of the scene became wilder, more imposing, but less
bewitching, and when he reached the acclivities of the hill, the groves
of fruits and copses of myrtles and citrons, of vines and almond shrubs,
were succeeded by woods of mighty trees.
Further on still the forests ceased and Fernand entered on a wild region
of almost universal desolation, yet forming one of the sublimest
spectacles that nature can afford. The sounds of torrents, as yet
concealed from his view, and resembling the murmur of ocean's waves,
inspired feelings of awe; and it was now for the first time since he
entered on the region of desolation, having left the clime of loveliness
nearly a mile behind, that his attention was drawn to the nature of the
soil, which was hard and bituminous in appearance.
The truth almost immediately struck him: there was a volcano amongst
those mountains up which he was ascending; and it was the lava which had
produced that desolation, and which, cold and hardened, formed the soil
whereon he walked. It was now past midday; and he seated himself once
more to repose his limbs, wearied with the fatigues of the ascent and
overcome by the heat that was there intolerable. At the distance of
about two hundred yards on his right was a solitary tree, standing like
a sign to mark the tomb of nature's vegetation. Upon this tree his eyes
were fixed listlessly, and he was marveling within himself how that
single scion of the forest could have been spared, when the burning
lava, whenever the eruption might have taken place, had hurled down and
reduced to cinders its verdant brethren.
Suddenly his attention was more earnestly riveted upon the dense and
wide-spreading foliage of that tree; for the boughs were shaken in an
extraordinary manner, and something appeared to be moving about amongst
the canopy of leaves. In another minute a long, unmistakable, appalling
object darted forth--a monstrous snake--suspending itself by the tail to
one of the lower boughs, and disporting playfully with its hideous head
toward the ground. Then, with a sudden coil, it drew itself back into
the tree, the entire foliage of which was shaken with the horrible
gambolings of the reptile.
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