. Harper's weekly. e moon I could see some way into itsdepths, and mark where the snow speckled its darksides. At the edge of the yawning pit lay a pileof heavy stones covered with snow. Against thisthe moonlight shone brilliantly. I was about toturn and descend, when I was struck by the strangeappearance of liiy shadow pn this pile. It had itsarms folded as I had, it gazed into the pit as I did,it was not larger, or colder, or grayer than-othershadows, and yet it filled me with an indescribablesensation of strangeness. I do not knowwhat pos- eessed me it, but I flung my arms into the ai
. Harper's weekly. e moon I could see some way into itsdepths, and mark where the snow speckled its darksides. At the edge of the yawning pit lay a pileof heavy stones covered with snow. Against thisthe moonlight shone brilliantly. I was about toturn and descend, when I was struck by the strangeappearance of liiy shadow pn this pile. It had itsarms folded as I had, it gazed into the pit as I did,it was not larger, or colder, or grayer than-othershadows, and yet it filled me with an indescribablesensation of strangeness. I do not knowwhat pos- eessed me it, but I flung my arms into the air,and as the figure did the same, there was such anexpression of measureless despair in the action that,unable to bear the sight, T turned andfled. In this flight, which had a fear in it that wordscan not express, I lost my footing in the trencher-ground I fancied I heard a cry, like the sound of a mingle with the rush of the stream, and diein the roar of its fall. I stood still and lis shaduv, -to,,.l mil di-linei. of my profile thereThe pointeding curls, spoke ofwell, as for a shadow and I stood lace to face- thenug my step, toward the dim free, I Mrode resu-Iv forward. ts impalpable form. I onlygrasped the celd snow, while it stood by with itsunchanging face, everdire, Lonndless despair. In face of this thing I was powerless, .and, feel-ing this, I resolved on flight; but when, on turningmy head, I saw it gliding on, without apparentmovement, and yet close to me, I lost my self-pos-session, and ran hither and thither on the moor, tillsense failed mo, and I fell headlong on the snow. like i 1 that if I could not soon reach somtion I should die. In this new 1sed to regard the spectre: was 1 ) strange appearance of tinctly before mo. - gleamed < , I drank al3 pallid, less numbed w cold, I walked o Often I turned to look anew demon surely possessi ant. It mocked no motion of milhundred of its own. It seized iseemed to shake it, as it laid its tlwhich I mark
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