Pulp Fiction, 1870 · page 32 of 100
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7. - Ba THE OCEAN OUTLAW. the surface unharmed, and immediately struck out and commenced swimming, taking care to keep where the rock cast a broad shadow, that pretty effectually sive 5 ed him from view. After navigating in this way quite as long as was atree- able to his feelings, he succeeded in landing on the tangled bank, where his unexpected presence disturbed the slumbers of a huge alligator, who shied off into the water and disappeared, without causing any regret on Granger's part, who now found himself in a dense forest, surrounded with all manner of poisonons reptiles anl beasts of prey, without so much asa knife or pistol for defence. But he did not stop to weigh those matters in his mind; he resolutely pushed his way through the bushes, keepiug near the water to prevent getting lost, and occa- sionally wading along its margin, when a thicket, through which it was impossible to force a path, barred his wav. Bats rushed against his face, and various kinds of birds, seared from their nests, flew screaming about his head. Unge lizards dropped from the branches of the trees in his path, and the viper thrust forth his forked tongne, and glared upon him with his glittering eyes, as he passed near its retreat. - But nothing seemed to intimidate him. He kept boldly en his course, and, after three hours of the most extreme exertion, reached the shore of the ocean. From a little tuft of bushes he drew a small boat, and unhesitatingly put to sea. The boat had evidently beea placed there for an emergency like the present. It con- tained a calabash of water, some sea-biscuit and a gan. Tuking a hasty draucht of water, he applied himself to the oars, and the little boat shat over the waves like an ar- row. Three days from that time he was safe on the islan? of Cuba, steering directly for the city of Havana, that ly on the other side of the island, nearly opposite him. He pursued his way with the same indefatigable energy, worthy of a better purpose, = COMmCReOWs: com a ee