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Ever and again he turned in his saddle, and looked back at the smoke. "Spiders," he muttered over and over again. "Spiders! EVER AND AGAIN HE TURNED IN HIS SADDLE AND LOOKED BACK AT THE SMOKE SPIDERS HE MUTTERED OVER AND OVER AGAIN SPIDERS
amazed anger. Smoke? He turned the head of the white horse about, and hesitated. And as he did so a little rustle of air went through the grass about him. Far away upon some reeds swayed a tattered sheet of grey. He looked at the cobwebs; he looked at the smoke. “Perhaps, after all, it is not them,” he said at last. But he knew better. After he had stared at the smoke for some time, he mounted the white horse. As he rode, he picked his way amidst stranded masses of web. For some reason there were many dead spiders on the ground, and those that lived feasted guiltily on their fellows. At the sound of his horse's hoofs they fled. Their time had passed. From the ground without either a wind to carry them or a winding sheet ready, these things, for all their poison, could do him little evil. He flicked with his belt at those he fancied came too near. Once, where a number ran together over a bare place, he was minded to dismount and trample them with his boots, but this impulse he overcame.  OF SERENE RESIGNATION CHANGED TO AN AMAZED ANGER SMOKE HE TURNED THE HEAD OF THE WHITE HORSE ABOUT AND HESITATED AS HE DID SO A LITTLE RUSTLE OF AIR WENT THROUGH THE GRASS ABOUT HIM FAR AWAY UPON SOME REEDS SWAYED A TATTERED SHEET OF GRAY HE LOOKED AT THE COBWEBS HE LOOKED AT THE SMOKE PERHAPS AFTER ALL IT IS NOT THEM HE SAID AT LAST BUT HE KNEW BETTER AFTER HE HAD STARED AT THE SMOKE FOR SOME TIME HE MOUNTED THE WHITE HORSE AS HE RODE HE PICKED HIS WAY AMID STRANDED MASSES OF WEB FOR SOME REASON THERE WERE MANY DEAD SPINDERS ON THE GROUND AND THOSE THAT LIVED FEASTED GUILTILY ON THEIR FELLOWS AT THE SOUND OF HIS HORSE'S HOOFS THEY FLED THEIR TIME HAD PASSED FROM THE GROUND WITHOUT EITHER A WIND TO CARRY THEM OR A WINDING SHEET READY THESE THINGS FOR ALL THEIR POISON COULD DO HIM LITTLE EVIL HE FLICKED WITH HIS BELT AT THOSE HE FANCIED CAME TOO NEAR ONCE WHERE A NUMBER RAN TOGETHER OVER A BARE PLACE HE WAS MINDED TO DISMOUNT AND TRAMPLE THEM WITH HIS BOOTS BUT THIS IMPULSE HE OVERCAME
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