The Wreck of the South Pole and Other Strange Tales — page 33: what you’re looking at

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26 The Wreck of the South Pole. “Poor fellow,” I heard the stranger saying in a sympa- thetic voice. “The strain has been too great upon him,” and he walked a little ways from me until I recovered my- self. Then he returned. “Never mind, my friend. You have had a hard time of it, but we will soon be at home, where you can rest. You shall go direct to my house and remain in absolute seclu- sion until you are thoroughly yourself again, which I do not believe will be many days.” “But where am I? What is this country? We never believed there were human beings around the south pole.”’ “You are really in an inhabited country, and you will find it equally as attractive as your own, I hope. But it may be as well for us to talk of these things later. Come, let us go home.” I arose and with him continued my journey for half an hour more, when we came to a mansion in the center of a well-kept park. We entered the house and proceeded at once to a large, comfortable bed chamber, where he left me, saying: “You had better lie down for a while. I will have some bs refreshments sent to you,” and with these words with- drew. That hour of rest I can never forget, although it was disturbed by many queries as to my surrounding. Have you ever gone through a long mental strain, of fear, of danger, of expectation? And then, when all was over, how peaceful was the relaxation! I gave myself up to the GoOmicbook (E(o)