The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 296: what you’re looking at

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THE JUNGLE 267 somewhat collected, he removed the barricade from the mouth of the cavern; he walked forth, and he looked around him in the hope of discerning the supposed owner of the place where he had found a lodging. But still no human form met his eye, and returning into the cave he refreshed himself with a portion of the provisions. The fruits cooled his parched tongue, and as he ate, he still marvelled why the supposed owner of the cave should remain absent. At length he began to fancy that he might possibly have died in the jungle, somewhere in the neighbourhood, or that he had become the prey of a wild beast or a reptile. All his horrible apprehensions in respect to those dreaded creatures returned to the Burker’s mind, and he ventured not far away from _ the vicinage of the cave throughout that day. At the back of the rock a spring trickled down, and though unprotected by shade, yet was the water cooler than any which the Burker had tasted elsewhere since his entrance into the jungle. When night came, he barricaded the entrance to the cave again, and he slept, but his slumber was once more haunted by horrible dreams, in which tigers, snakes, and venomous reptiles played a conspicuous part. When morning returned, the Burker made an end of the provisions which he had found in the cave, and he perceived the necessity of seeking somewhere for a fresh supply, as no living being made his appearance, and he was more than ever convinced that the anchorite owner of that dwelling must have perished in the jungle. He now wandered farther away from the cavern than on the preceding day he had ventured to do, and he endeavoured to find the route to that village which has been before alluded to. He strove to recollect any particular landmarks that might guide him in his search, but herein he totally failed, and he was flounder- ing farther and farther into the jungle instead of drawing nearer to the accomplishment of his aim. He had, however, been careful to note the landmarks which might guide him back to the hospitable cavern, and toward evening he began to retrace his way thither, half-famished and with something very much like a prospect of starvation before him. | He had to pass an assemblage of trees, constituting a dense grove, and occupying about a couple of acres of ground. As he drew near this grove, the Burker fancied that he heard the sounds of human voices. He stopped and listened. Yes, GOMIIGDOG SS) (S©)