resently I felt them no longer--the
power of the mental horror was so great that it was impossible, with that
upon me, to feel any pain from the thorns. I continued in this posture a
long time, undergoing what I cannot describe, and would not attempt if I
were able. Several times I was on the point of starting up and rushing
anywhere; but I restrained myself, for I knew I could not escape from
myself, so why should I not remain in the dingle? So I thought and said
to myself, for my reasoning powers were still uninjured. At last it
appeared to me that the horror was not so strong, not quite so strong,
upon me. Was it possible that it was relaxing its grasp, releasing its
prey? Oh what a mercy! but it could not be; and yet--I looked up to
heaven, and clasped my hands, and said, 'Our Father.' I said no more--I
was too agitated; and now I was almost sure that the horror had done its
worst.
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After a little time I arose, and staggered down yet farther into the
dingle. I again found my little horse on the same spot as before. I put
my hand to his mouth--he licked my hand. I flung myself down by him, and
put my arms round his neck; the creature whinnied, and appeared to
sympathise with me. What a comfort to have any one, even a dumb brute,
to sympathise with me at such a moment! I clung to my little horse, as
if for safety and protection. I laid my head on his neck, and felt
almost calm. Presently the fear returned, but not so wild as before; it
subsided, came again, again subsided; then drowsiness came over me, and
at last I fell asleep, my head supported on the neck of the little horse.
I awoke; it was dark, dark night--not a star was to be seen--but I felt
no fear, the horror had left me. I arose from the side of the little
horse, and went into my tent, lay down, and again went to sleep.
I awoke in the morning weak and sore, and shuddering at the remembrance
of what I had gone through on the preceding day; the sun was shining
brightly, but it had not yet risen high enough to show its head above the
trees which fenced the eastern side of the dingle, on which account the
dingle was wet and dank from the dews of the night. I kindled my fire,
and, after sitting by it for some time to warm my frame, I took some of
the coarse food which I have already mentioned; notwithstanding my late
struggle, and the coarseness
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