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"Anyhow," he went on, "it's true, so I don't see why I should feel shy about admitting it—but as I stood there in that lonely valley, where only the noises of wind and water were audible,[82] and no human being, except my guide, some miles away, was within reach, a curious feeling came over me I find difficult to describe. I felt"—obviously he made an effort to get the word out—"I felt creepy." ANYHOW HE WENT ON IT'S TRUE SO I DON'T SEE WHY I SHOULD FEEL SHY ABOUT ADMITTING IT BUT AS I STOOD THERE IN THAT LONELY VALLEY WHERE ONLY THE NOISES OF WIND AND WATER WERE AUDIBLE AND NO HUMAN BEING EXCEPT MY GUIDE SOME MILES AWAY WAS WITHIN REACH A CURIOUS FEELING CAME OVER ME I FIND DIFFICULT TO DESCRIBE I FELT OBVIOUSLY HE HAD MADE AN EFFORT TO GET THE WORD OUT I FELT CREEPY
came out upon another stream at the bottom of the new valley. Signs of wapiti were plentiful, though I never came up with a single beast all the afternoon. Blacktail deer were everywhere, but the wapiti remained invisible. Providence, or whatever you like to call that which there is no escaping in our lives, made me save my two cartridges.” Ericssen stopped a minute then. It was not to light his pipe or sip his whisky. Nor was it because the remainder of his story failed in the recollection of any vivid detail. He paused a moment to think. “Tell us the lot,” pleaded Lawson. “Don’t leave out anything.” Ericssen looked up. His friend’s remark had helped him to make up his mind apparently. He had hesitated about something or other, but the hesitation passed. He glanced at both his listeners. “Right,” he said. “I’ll tell you everything. I’m not imaginative, as you know, and my amount of superstition, I should judge, is microscopic.” He took a longer breath, then lowered his voice a trifle. AND TIRING BUT I GOT ACROSS AT LAST AND CAME OUT UPON ANOTHER STREAM AT THE BOTTOM OF THE NEW VALLEY SIGNS OF WAPPITY WERE PLENTIFUL THOUGH I NEVER CAME UP WITH A SINGLE BEAST ALL THE AFTERNOON BLACKTAIL DEER WERE EVERYWHERE BUT THE WAPPITY REMAINED INVISIBLE PROVIDENCE OR WHATEVER YOU LIKE TO CALL THAT WHICH THERE IS NO ESCAPING IN OUR LIVES MADE ME SAVE MY TWO CARTRIDGES ERISON STOPPED A MINUTE THEN IT WAS NOT TO LIGHT HIS PIPE OR SIP HIS WHISKY NOR WAS IT BECAUSE THE REMAINDER OF HIS STORY FAILED IN THE RECOLLECTION OF ANY VIVID DETAIL HE PAUSED A MOMENT TO THINK TELL US THE LOT PLEADED LAWSON DON'T LEAVE OUT ANYTHING ERICSON LOOKED UP HIS FRIEND'S REMARK HAD HELPED HIM TO MAKE UP HIS MIND APPARENTLY HE HAD HESITATED ABOUT SOMETHING OR OTHER BUT THE HESITATION PASSED HE GLANCED AT BOTH HIS LISTENERS RIGHT HE SAID I'LL TELL YOU EVERYTHING I'M NOT IMAGINATIVE AS YOU KNOW AND MY AMOUNT OF SUPERSTITION I SHOULD JUDGE IS MICROSCOPIC HE TOOK A LONGER BREATH THEN LOWERED HIS VOICE A TRIFLE
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