Wagner, the Wehr-WolfReynolds, George W. M. (George William MacArthur)
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Wagner, the Wehr-Wolf
Reynolds, George W. M. (George William MacArthur)
Penny dreadfuls; Werewolves -- Fiction
Following a circuitous and naturally formed pathway round the base, he
reached the opposite side; and now from a height of three hundred feet
above the level of the sea, his eyes commanded a view of a scene as fair
as that behind the range of mountains. He was now for the first time
convinced of what he had all along suspected--namely, that it was indeed
an island on which the storm had cast him. But though from the eminence
where he stood his view embraced the immense range of the ocean, no
speck in the horizon--no sail upon the bosom of the expanse imparted
hope to his soul.
Hunger now oppressed him; for he had eaten nothing since the noon of the
preceding day, when he had plucked a few fruits in the groves on the
other side of the island. He accordingly commenced a descent toward the
new region which lay stretched before him, fair as--even fairer
than--the one which had first greeted his eyes.
But he had not proceeded many yards amidst the defiles of the rugged
rocks which nature had piled around the base of the volcano, when he
found his way suddenly barred by a vast chasm, on the verge of which the
winding path stopped.
The abyss was far too wide to be crossed save by the wing of the bird:
and in its unfathomable depths boiled and roared a torrent, the din of
whose eddies was deafening to the ear.
Wagner retraced his way to the very base of the volcano, and entered
another defile: but this also terminated on the edge of the same
precipice.
Again and again did he essay the various windings of that scene of rock
and crag: but with no better success than at first; and after passing a
considerable time in these fruitless attempts to find a means of descent
into the plains below, he began to fear that he should be compelled to
retrace his way into the region of verdure which he had quitted the day
before, and which lay behind the range of mountains. But the thought of
the hideous snake which he had seen in the tree caused a cold shudder to
pass over him--then, in the next moment, he remembered that if the
region on one side of the mountain were invested with reptiles of that
terrible species, it was not probable that the forests which he beheld
as it were at his feet, were free from the same source of apprehension.
Still he had hoped to find human companionship on this side of the
mountains which he had so far succeeded in reaching--the companionship
of the man who had cast away the doublet, and of the woman whom he had
seen in the mirage.
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