. The hunter and the trapper in North America; or, Romantic adventures in field and forest . PEOPLED WITH ANGEL of certain ecstatic visions whicL charmed and transportedme. In those rare moments when I was free from pain,I saw unfold befoje me, as in a magical panorama, the 340 THE TENTH DAY. sweetest, brightest scenes of my past life, illuniinated bythe faces I most clearly loved; but all this, so to speak,was spiritualized. It was not the reality which struck my eyes, but akind of celestial world peopled with vaporous angels ;they looked at me with a touching and tender air, shed-d
. The hunter and the trapper in North America; or, Romantic adventures in field and forest . PEOPLED WITH ANGEL of certain ecstatic visions whicL charmed and transportedme. In those rare moments when I was free from pain,I saw unfold befoje me, as in a magical panorama, the 340 THE TENTH DAY. sweetest, brightest scenes of my past life, illuniinated bythe faces I most clearly loved; but all this, so to speak,was spiritualized. It was not the reality which struck my eyes, but akind of celestial world peopled with vaporous angels ;they looked at me with a touching and tender air, shed-ding abundant tears at my miserable fate, bendingtowards me, and wreathing themselves in mazy andvoluptuous dances. I extended my arms to seize theseenchanting images, and suddenly a terrible internal agonydissipated the intoxicating spectacle, and lestored me tothe awful Ieality. I began again to live; but what a life ! In this wise I di-agged myself along for ten wearydays ! I still retained my gun, but as it Avas a heavy weapon,it seemed to me that I was carrying a giants club. Itsweig
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