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It filled him with a momentary pleasure to see a wry stick of purple black flash out into the form of a snake, and vanish amidst the brown. After all, the infernal valley WAS alive. IT FILLED HIM WITH A MOMENTARY PLEASURE TO SEE A WRY STICK OF PURPLE BLACK FLASH OUT INTO THE FORM OF A SNAKE AND VANISH AMIDST THE BROWN AFTER ALL THE INFERNAL VALLEY WAS ALIVE
 and his fellow, each intently leaning forward to the left, each impassively moving with the paces of his horse; their shadows went before them—still, noiseless, tapering attendants; and nearer a crouched cool shape was his own. He looked about him. What was it had gone? Then he remembered the reverberation from the banks of the gorge and the perpetual accompaniment of shifting, jostling pebbles. And, moreover—? There was no breeze. That was it! What a vast, still place it was, a monotonous afternoon slumber. And the sky open and blank, except for a sombre veil of haze that had gathered in the upper valley. He straightened his back, fretted with his bridle, puckered his lips to whistle, and simply sighed. He turned in his saddle for a time, and stared at the throat of the mountain gorge out of which they had come. Blank! Blank slopes on either side, with never a sign of a decent beast or tree—much less a man. What a land it was! What a wilderness! He dropped again into his former pose. INTED SCENE BEFORE HIM WENT HIS MASTER AND HIS FELLOW EACH INTENTLY LEANING FORWARD TO THE LEFT EACH IMPASSIVELY MOVING WITH THE PACES OF HIS HORSE THEIR SHADOWS WENT BEFORE THEM STILL NOISELESS TAPERING ATTENDANTS AND NEARER A COUCHED COOL SHAPE WAS HIS OWN HE LOOKED ABOUT HIM WHAT WAS IT HAD GONE THEN HE REMEMBERED THE REVERBERATION FROM THE BANKS OF THE GORGE AND THE PERPETUAL ACCOMPANIMENT OF SHIFTING JOSTLING PEBBLES AND MOREOVER THERE WAS NO BREEZE THAT WAS IT WHAT A VAST STILL PLACE IT WAS A MONOTONOUS AFTERNOON SLUMBER AND THE SKY OPEN AND BLANK EXCEPT FOR A SOMBRE VEIL OF HAZE THAT GATHERED IN THE UPPER VALLEY HE STRAIGHTENED HIS BACK FRETTED WITH HIS BRIDLE PUCKERED HIS LIPS TO WHISTLE AND SIMPLY SIGHED HE TURNED IN HIS SADDLE FOR A TIME AND STARED AT THE THROAT OF THE MOUNTAIN GORGE OUT OF WHICH THEY HAD COME BLANK BLANK SLOPES ON EITHER SIDE WITH NEVER A SIGN OF A DECENT BEAST OR TREE MUCH LESS A MAN WHAT A LAND IT WAS WHAT A WILDERNESS HE DROPPED AGAIN INTO HIS FORMER POSE
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