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"Come over to the stockade and we'll get the fire going," I said; "that's the first thing," for we were all shaking with the cold in our scanty garments. And at that moment Sangree arrived wrapped in a blanket and carrying his gun; he was still drunken with sleep. COME OVER TO THE STOCKADE AND WE'LL GET THE FIRE GOING I SAID THAT'S THE FIRST THING FOR WE WERE ALL SHAKING WITH THE COLD IN OUR SCANTY GARMENTS AND AT THAT MOMENT SANGREE ARRIVED WRAPPED IN A BLANKET AND CARRYING HIS GUN HE WAS STILL DRUNKEN WITH SLEEP
vincing. "Something touched me and I woke," she said simply, but in a voice still hushed and broken with the terror of it, "something pushing against the tent; I felt it through the canvas. There was the same sniffing and scratching as before, and I felt the tent give a little as when wind shakes it. I heard breathing—very loud, very heavy breathing—and then came a sudden great tearing blow, and the canvas ripped open close to my face." She had instantly dashed out through the open flap and screamed at the top of her voice, thinking the creature had actually got into the tent. But nothing was visible, she declared, and she heard not the faintest sound of an animal making off under cover of the darkness. The brief account seemed to exercise a paralysing effect upon us all as we listened to it. I can see the dishevelled group to this day, the wind blowing the women's hair, and Maloney craning his head forward to listen, and his wife, open-mouthed and gasping, leaning against a pine tree. G AND DISTRESSINGLY CONVINCING SOMETHING TOUCHED ME AND I WOKE SHE SAID SIMPLY BUT IN A VOICE STILL HUSHED AND BROKEN WITH THE TERROR OF IT SOMETHING PUSHING AGAINST THE TENT I FELT IT THROUGH THE CANVAS THERE WAS THE SAME SNIFFING AND SCRATCHING AS BEFORE AND I FELT THE TENT GIVE A LITTLE AS WHEN THE WIND SHAKES IT I HEARD BREATHING VERY LOUD VERY HEAVY BREATHING AND THEN CAME A SUDDEN GREAT TEARING BLOW AND THE CANVAS RIPPED OPEN CLOSE TO MY FACE SHE HAD INSTANTLY DASHED OUT THROUGH THE OPEN FLAP AND SCREAMED AT THE TOP OF HER VOICE THINKING THE CREATURE HAD ACTUALLY GOT INTO THE TENT BUT NOTHING WAS VISIBLE SHE DECLARED AND SHE HEARD NOT THE FAINTEST SOUND OF AN ANIMAL MAKING OFF UNDER COVER OF THE DARKNESS THE BRIEF ACCOUNT SEEMED TO EXERCISE A PARALYZING EFFECT UPON US ALL AS WE LISTENED TO IT I CAN SEE THE DISHEVELLED GROUP TO THIS DAY THE WIND BLOWING THE WOMEN'S HAIR AND MALONEY CRANING HIS HEAD FORWARD TO LISTEN AND HIS WIFE OPEN MOUTHED AND GASPING LEANING AGAINST A PINE TREE
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