. The great quest; a romance of 1826, wherein are recorded the experiences of Josiah Woods of Topham, and of those others with whom he sailed for Cuba and the Gulf of Guinea . ders against the door, he straightenedhis body and heaved mightily and broke the rusty hinges creaked loudly, the vine tore away, the dooropened, and in we walked, to see the most dreadful sightmy eyes have ever beheld. There in a chair by the table sat a stark skeleton dressedin good sound clothes. The arms and skull lay on the tableitself beside a great heap of those rough quartz-like stones,— I knew now well
. The great quest; a romance of 1826, wherein are recorded the experiences of Josiah Woods of Topham, and of those others with whom he sailed for Cuba and the Gulf of Guinea . ders against the door, he straightenedhis body and heaved mightily and broke the rusty hinges creaked loudly, the vine tore away, the dooropened, and in we walked, to see the most dreadful sightmy eyes have ever beheld. There in a chair by the table sat a stark skeleton dressedin good sound clothes. The arms and skull lay on the tableitself beside a great heap of those rough quartz-like stones,— I knew now well enough what they were,— and thebony fingers still held a pen, which rested on a sheet ofyellow foolscap where a great brown blot marked the endof the last word that the man they called Bull had everwritten. Between the ribs of the skeleton, through thegood coat and into the back of the chair in such a way thatit held the body in a sitting posture, stuck a long spear. Of the seven of us who stared hi horror at that terribleobject, Matterson was the first to utter a word. His voicewas singularly meditative, detached. He never knew — see ! — it took him Tliere in a chair by the table sat a stark skeleton dressed in good sound clothes. A GRIM SURPRISE 221 OHara slowly went to the table, leaned over it, andlooking incredulously at the paper, as if he could not be-lieve his eyes, burst suddenly into a frenzy of grief andrage. Lads, he cried, look there! My name was the lastthing he wrote. 0 Bull, I warned ye, I warned ye — howmany times I warned ye ! And yet ye would, would, wouldbuild the house on the kings grave. 0 Bull! He drew the yellow paper out from under the fleshlessfingers and held it up for all of us to see, and we read in aclear flowing hand the following inscription: — MY DEAR OHARA : — Not having heard from you this long time, I take mypen in hand to inform you that I am well and that despiteyour silly fears, no harm has come of building our ho
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