Penny Dreadfuls, 1894 · page 382 of 400
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on the top of the hill; and then, having again slaked his thirst with the gushing waters of the flellucid spring, he passed round the rocky emi- nence in order to reach the entrante of his cavern, that be might partake of his evening meal. Having eaten of bis provisions, he felt an exceed- ing drowsiness stealing upon him, most probably from having remained so long upon tho eminence exposed to the sultry fervour of the sun. So strong became this inclinatton to sleep, that he could not battle against it; and yet he knew that the projecting barrier was not raised at the mouth of the eavern. After @ vain effort to shake off the increasing somnolence, the Burker yielded himself to it; and felling back on,the ground of the cave, he sank into sleep. Horrible dreams speedily began to troop in anto hia mind:'a bideous nightmare seized upon him; end fe felt an oppression upon the chest that it appeared as if the hand of death iteclf were No. 90.—Fous?x Suniua. 8 ‘and clammy upon his — —_— thue'lying heavily on him. Never had his visions een so horrible beiore, frightful though many of, his dreaming experiences had been beneath tho roof of that very cavern. How long he slept ha knew not; but he was suddenly startled up into complete wakefulness; and then a monstrous cobra upreared its hooded head from his breast and hissed at him. The man sbrieked out in his mental agony: the cobra darted his head forward as if to seixe him on the face with ite fangs; and the Burker sank back insensible. When be camé back to consciousness, be shud- dered with the awful recollection of what he hed endured, and which now appeared to be a hideous dream. The dusk was closing in; and he started up to his feet, meghanically clutching his club which lay by his side. Still trembling and quiver. ing all over unfer the influence of his hideous recollections—with the perspiration standing cold forehead—the Burker was cn OOO) (C SS (CO)