Where men have walked : a story of the Lucayos . s deadly enemy until it had fallen fromthe rope of vines, and had begun slowly, butsurely, to embrace him, with its glittering eyesbright with the delight of its prey. I saw all this in a twinkhng, and, thoughhating and loathing the man who was beingencircled by the deadly and powerful snake, Iwas prompted by humane feelings to endeavorto save the lepers life. I rowed as fast as Icould toward the other boat, all the while themans cries and shrieks were rending the airand echoing back and forth in the manycaverns and among the rocks. Murder, murd
Where men have walked : a story of the Lucayos . s deadly enemy until it had fallen fromthe rope of vines, and had begun slowly, butsurely, to embrace him, with its glittering eyesbright with the delight of its prey. I saw all this in a twinkhng, and, thoughhating and loathing the man who was beingencircled by the deadly and powerful snake, Iwas prompted by humane feelings to endeavorto save the lepers life. I rowed as fast as Icould toward the other boat, all the while themans cries and shrieks were rending the airand echoing back and forth in the manycaverns and among the rocks. Murder, murder! he shrieked. Lad,help, help! then a long cry that was fainterthan before. O Holy Faither, help! Help,lad! O blessed St. Andrew, hear me! O lad,why be ye sae sloo? The devil is aifter me—the devil that tempted oor f airst mither! Whathae I dune that he should coom for me? Bythe tower o St. Rule, I be eennocent—anpoor. Help, lad, ye fool! His mood changeda little. Coom on, coom on, devil! Dae yerwairst! I defy ye! and the man in his death. Murder! murder! he shrieked A FITTING DEATH 81 agonies tried to grasp the snake by the throat,but it eluded his hand and darted its head hereand there, as if mocking him. MacFayden threw his arms wildly face grew redder and redder. His eyeswere now turned heavenward, now toward me;but I seemed to come only too slowly. Oblessed God! Lord, hae mercy oopon me!O all the sancts, pray for mel Doubtless,when face to face with death, the teachings ofhis childhood, that had so long been neglected,recurred to him with increased force. Christ,hae peety! Jesus, hear me! Peety, peety theane wha loves Thee! Peety th ane wha wudgie oop his life tae servit Thee! I came nearer and nearer, priming my gunas I came, but an opportunity to shoot thesnake was lacking. The reptile seemed toscent danger and to chng tighter to the oldman who turned pleading eyes upon me as hisonly rescue. He caught the bright gleam ofthe pistol, and seeing therein hope
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