The Wreck of the South Pole and Other Strange Tales — page 67: what you’re looking at

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CHAPTER IX. THE GREAT DISSEMBLER APPEARS. I had an illustration of how Buda Earn loved me before we left the island that day, but I did not realize it until we had returned home. We four had been standing together upon a hill sloping down toward the sea when Earn turned the conversation toward the power of mind over nature. I was somewhat skeptical, although Costa had hinted at it several times. “Do you mean to tell me or try to make me believe you have any power over that tree yonder, other than physical ?” 3 “Certainly we do,” replied Costa. “You shall see an exhibition of it at once. I shall not leave your side, and yet that tree shall fall to the earth. Be silent.” We all remained for the space of a couple of minutes, and I knew Costa was concentrating his mind upon some- thing, and I imagined it. was the work he had laid out. In a moment more the tree began to lean heavily toward the south, and then came down with a crash. “Vou see,” was all Costa said, and I was dumfounded. Soon after that I strayed away from the others for a moment and stood alone a few rods from there and was cazing out over the water. Suddenly I heard a cry of (E(0) COmicboo