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； implacable eyes of the serpent's severed head were turned to dust at last； no sudden dream…glare lighted up old Cla…cla's wrinkled dead face and white； blood…dabbled locks； old Nuflo stayed beneath his green coverlet； nor did my mournful spirit…bride come to me to make my heart faint at the thought of immortality。
But when morning dawned again； it was bitter to rise up and go away for ever from that spot where I had often talked with Rimathe true and the visionary。 The sky was cloudless and the forest wet as if rain had fallen； it was only a heavy dew； and it made the foliage look pale and hoary in the early light。 And the light grew； and a whispering wind sprung as I walked through the wood； and the fast…evaporating moisture was like a bloom on the feathery fronds and grass and rank herbage； but on the higher foliage it was like a faint iridescent mista glory above the trees。 The everlasting beauty and freshness of nature was over all again； as I had so often seen it with joy and adoration before grief and dreadful passions had dimmed my vision。 And now as I walked； murmuring my last farewell； my eyes grew dim again with the tears that gathered to them。
CHAPTER XXII
Before that well…nigh hopeless journey to the coast was half over I became illso ill that anyone who had looked on me might well have imagined that I had come to the end of my pilgrimage。 That was what I feared。 For days I remained sunk in the deepest despondence； then； in a happy moment； I remembered how； after being bitten by the serpent； when death had seemed near and inevitable； I had madly rushed away through the forest in search of help； and wandered lost for hours in the storm and darkness； and in the end escaped death； probably by means of these frantic exertions。 The recollection served to inspire me with a new desperate courage。 Bidding good…bye to the Indian village where the fever had smitten me； I set out once more on that apparently hopeless adventure。 Hopeless； indeed； it seemed to one in my weak condition。 My legs trembled under me when I walked； while hot sun and pelting rain were like flame and stinging ice to my morbidly sensitive skin。
For many days my sufferings were excessive； so that I often wished myself back in that milder purgatory of the forest； from which I had been so anxious to escape。 When I try to retrace my route on the map； there occurs a break herea space on the chart where names of rivers and mountains call up no image to my mind； although； in a few cases； they were names I seem to have heard in a troubled dream。 The impressions of nature received during that sick period are blurred； or else so coloured and exaggerated by perpetual torturing anxiety； mixed with half…delirious night…fancies； that I can only think of that country as an earthly inferno； where I fought against every imaginable obstacle； alternately sweating and freezing； toiling as no man ever toiled before。 Hot and cold； cold and hot； and no medium。 Crystal waters； green shadows under coverture of broad； moist leaves； and night with dewy fanning windsthese chilled but did not refresh me； a region in which there was no sweet and pleasant thing； where even the ita palm and mountain glory and airy epiphyte starring the woodland twilight with pendent blossoms had lost all grace and beauty； where all brilliant colours in earth and heaven were like the unmitigated sun that blinded my sight and burnt my brain。 Doubtless I met with help from the natives； otherwise I do not see how I could have continued my journey； yet in my dim mental picture of that period I see myself incessantly dogged by hostile savages。 They flit like ghosts through the dark forest； they surround me and cut off all retreat； until I burst through them； escaping out of their very hands； to fly over some wide； naked savannah； hearing their shrill； pursuing yells behind me； and feeling the sting of their poisoned arrows in my flesh。
This I set down to the workings of remorse in a disordered mind and to clouds of venomous insects perpetually shrilling in my ears and stabbing me with their small； fiery needles。
Not only was I pursued by phantom savages and pierced by phantom arrows； but the creations of the Indian imagination had now become as real to me as anything in nature。 I was persecuted by that superhuman man…eating monster supposed to be the guardian of the forest。 In dark； silent places he is lying in wait for me： hearing my slow； uncertain footsteps he starts up suddenly in my path； outyelling the bearded aguaratos in the trees； and I stand paralysed； my blood curdled in my veins。 His huge； hairy arms are round me； his foul； hot breath is on my skin； he will tear my liver out with his great green teeth to satisfy his raging hunger。 Ah； no； he cannot harm me！ For every ravening beast； every cold…blooded； venomous thing； and even the frightful Curupita； half brute and half devil； that shared the forest with her； loved and worshipped Rima； and that mournful burden I carried； her ashes； was a talisman to save me。 He has left me； the semi…human monster； uttering such wild； lamentable cries as he hurries away into the deeper； darker woods that horror changes to grief； and I； too； lament Rima for the first time： a memory of all the mystic； unimaginable grace and loveliness and joy that had vanished smites on my heart with such sudden； intense pain that I cast myself prone on the earth and weep tears that are like drops of blood。
Where in the rude savage heart of Guiana was this region where the natural obstacles and pain and hunger and thirst and everlasting weariness were terrible enough without the imaginary monsters and legions of phantoms that peopled it； I cannot say。 Nor can I conjecture how far I strayed north or south from my course。 I only know that marshes that were like Sloughs of Despond； and barren and wet savannahs； were crossed； and forests that seemed infinite in extent and never to be got through； and scores of rivers that boiled round the sharp rocks； threatening to submerge or dash in pieces the frail bark canoeblack and frightful to look on as rivers in hell； and nameless mountain after mountain to be toiled round or toiled over。 I may have seen Roraima during that mentally clouded period。 I vaguely remember a far…extending gigantic wall of stone that seemed to bar all further progressa rocky precipice rising to a stupendous height； seen by moonlight； with a huge sinuous rope of white mist suspended from its summit； as if the guardian camoodi of the mountain had been a league…long spectral serpent which was now dropping its coils from the mighty stone table to frighten away the rash intruder。
That spectral moonlight camoodi was one of many serpent fancies that troubled me。 There was another； surpassing them all； which attended me many days。 When the sun grew hot overhead and the way was over open savannah country； I would see something moving on the ground at my side and always keeping abreast of me。 A small snake； one or two feet long。 No； not a small snake； but a sinuous mark in the pattern on a huge serpent's head； five or six yards long； always moving deliberately at my side。 If a cloud came over the sun； or a fresh breeze s