Pulp Fiction, 1870 · page 74 of 98
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» ‘+e oo -& 9 * # '> ~~ ee Se ~~ 2 aa THE WHITE HERMIT < sky. was murky and the clouds hung low. The forest upon the other bank was seen to rock and bend, and now and then some great monarch of the forest, whose foundations = had been sapped years ago, came crashing down, with a~ es shock which seemed to shake the very island. The trees " upon the headlands where they stood were small, so that fF there was no danger to them and they could enjoy the grand scene. : “Magnificent,” said Austen. “I never saw any thing like it in all my life.” “The spirit of the storm rides on the blast and directs its Oe as course,” said Chenango. “How Perdita would enjoy this,” said Marstowe. “YT @& add something better,” said Bill. “This will % ie make them durned St. Regis hunt for thar holes. That’s the best thing I can see in it, Seems as ef some of ’ em _-won’t git hurt.” The storm seemed to increase in violence. Stronger trees - ome crashing down, some torn up by the roots and some * broken off from the parent stem fifteen feet above the ggound. _ Every man-vwas silent now, gazing silently upon the grand Scene before them. In the presence of such a scene as this, - man feels his own feebleness and the strength and glory of ss the Creator of all things: The waves,.as they struck the a - headland, divided into thin spray, which the wind carried in- ___ Jand, and they were covered with the flying vapor. ; “This is gitting monotonous,” said Bill. “TIT guess wed _ better hunt our holes.” 2 “T shall stay here,” said Austen.- “At least for a little = time. I never saw a sight like this in my life.” E. “No; and mou’t be you'll never see it agin, I don’t _ keer; I've got enuff of it and I’m going into the hole.” Y henango and Austen remained upon the bluff, watching the grand panorama before them. The Indian seemed to revel in this scene. His nostrils dilated and his eyes spar- aoc __ kled at each new sign of the strength of the elements. He Saeed with folded arms facing the storm, while his person _. © was drenched by the blinding spray. All at once he turned, — ‘ing his band upon the arm of tle young man, — . of the Creator Lr a, Ete « _, =e “<o5 * _# m2 £ A comicbooks.c aad