In the midst of life; tales of soldiers and civilians . ging upthe stairs two steps at a time. In the corri-dor, in front of Bray tons chamber, he metsome servants who had come from the upperfloor. Together they rushed at the doorwithout knocking. It was unfastened andgave way. Brayton lay upon his stomachon the floor, dead. His head and arms were Zbc /llban anD tbe Snake 219 partly concealed under the foot rail of thebed. They pulled the body away, turningit upon the back. The face was daubedwith blood and froth, the eyes were wideopen, staring—a dreadful sight ! Died in a fit, said the scien
In the midst of life; tales of soldiers and civilians . ging upthe stairs two steps at a time. In the corri-dor, in front of Bray tons chamber, he metsome servants who had come from the upperfloor. Together they rushed at the doorwithout knocking. It was unfastened andgave way. Brayton lay upon his stomachon the floor, dead. His head and arms were Zbc /llban anD tbe Snake 219 partly concealed under the foot rail of thebed. They pulled the body away, turningit upon the back. The face was daubedwith blood and froth, the eyes were wideopen, staring—a dreadful sight ! Died in a fit, said the scientist, bend-ing his knee and placing his hand upon theheart. While in that position, he happenedto glance under the bed. Good God ! he added, how did this thing get inhere? He reached under the bed, pulled out thesnake, and flung it, still coiled, to the centerof the room, whence, with a harsh, shufflingsound, it slid across the polished floor tillstopped by the wall, where it lay withoutmotion. It was a stuffed snake ; its eyeswere two shoe
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