The Forest Monster; or, Lamora, the Maid of the Canon. Edward Sylvester Ellis

Чтение книги онлайн.

Читать онлайн книгу The Forest Monster; or, Lamora, the Maid of the Canon - Edward Sylvester Ellis страница 6

Серия:
Издательство:
The Forest Monster; or, Lamora, the Maid of the Canon - Edward Sylvester Ellis

Скачать книгу

to see what it meant.

      As they did so, they saw IT going leisurely toward the ridge, its head being away, and its side partly toward them. Both the hunters identified it on the instant. It was smaller in size than the grizzly bear, but was unlike any creature that either had ever seen. Its appearance, so far as they could judge, allied very well with what they had heard.

      It had an immense head, short, thick legs, that moved somewhat clumsily over the ground, and a long, bushy tail, like a squirrel, that was curled over its back, as is frequently seen with that diminutive creature. But the most striking feature about it was its color.

      It was a clear night with a faint moon, so that the hunters could not see clearly, but they distinguished the leopard-like spots and zebra-like stripes, that dotted and encircled every part of its head and legs, and on the impulse of the moment, Black Tom raised his rifle and fired at it. He was pretty certain his bullet struck, but if it actually did, the creature paid not the least heed, but moved away at a leisurely gait, and speedily vanished.

      Such is an account of the first encounter with the fearful nondescript, which, once seen, could never be forgotten. Since then they had seen nothing of it, although they heard many marvelous stories of it when they reached the settlements on the border.

      A full hour had passed since the report of Teddy’s gun, and old Stebbins and Black Tom were conversing in their hushed way, when they were startled by the sound of rapidly-approaching footsteps, and they had scarcely time to look up, when Teddy dashed up to them, panting and almost breathless.

      “What’s the matter?” demanded his friends, grasping their rifles and starting to their feet.

      “The divil! the divil! I’ve seen him! I shook hands wid him, and he’s comin’!”

      “Where? where?”

      “There! there!” replied the appalled Irishman, pointing and glancing toward the prairie. “He’s comin’; he’ll be here in a minit! Blessed Virgin, protect me!”

      Конец ознакомительного фрагмента.

      Текст предоставлен ООО «ЛитРес».

      Прочитайте эту книгу целиком, купив полную легальную версию на ЛитРес.

      Безопасно оплатить книгу можно банковской картой Visa, MasterCard, Maestro, со счета мобильного телефона, с платежного терминала, в салоне МТС или Связной, через PayPal, WebMoney, Яндекс.Деньги, QIWI Кошелек, бонусными картами или другим удобным Вам способом.

/9j/4AAQSkZJRgABAQAAAQABAAD/2wBDAAMCAgMCAgMDAwMEAwMEBQgFBQQEBQoHBwYIDAoMDAsK CwsNDhIQDQ4RDgsLEBYQERMUFRUVDA8XGBYUGBIUFRT/2wBDAQMEBAUEBQkFBQkUDQsNFBQUFBQU FBQUFBQUFBQUFBQUFBQUFBQUFBQUFBQUFBQUFBQUFBQUFBQUFBQUFBQUFBT/wAARCAWgA4QDASIA AhEBAxEB/8QAHgAAAAYDAQEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAwQFBgcIAQIJAAr/xABiEAABAwIEBAQDBgMEBwMG AhsBAgMEBREABhIhBxMxQQgiUWEUMnEJFSNCgZEWUqEzscHRFyRicoLh8JKi8SVDU3ODk7QYNFWU o7Kz0iY4VFdjdcLTGTVFdHYoNmWVRGSE/8QAGQEAAwEBAQAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAECAwQF/8QALBEA AgICAgICAQQDAQADAQAAAAECESExEkFRYQNxIjKBkbETQqFSBGJygv/aAAwDAQACEQMRAD8A5mxV hLqSs+W++NpbiFuHR8g6Y0f0KN2vlGNEkEb7jvhE+wxTnQ3KQVK0ovviRKvm96tQIENg6IrKQAtC blSvc/4YjZJST5U2HbDhyvmJFDTJbeSVodt0HQ+uBLIpN0SVUpzmXIkIsyUlxxpK3W1K6KtuAMEK DmSt1rMDcWKpxLLroStpKPKEdze3pvfEfT6g3KfK3tS0qWSFH07Ydic/ilNJTS5PLX8OELUlNhrt 1BwmlshYJqq+XYTGW6iIgTNnJYUrTqBIUB6YhPIzNSqGY3nowccEdBVqI2Sew/5YQaVmSZCmh9l5 aF3u4vUdwet/W+JLy/nuC/THI0B1ESclk6VKFta/XfF7Fof+WJMyt63XWTIqDKCWm1K0pUodAT2w +nobqaY3ImoS3LUga2Uq1BKrbgHvbEZZGzQzlujOyq9VWW3VOHlJKtbhHcG3XfAfEDibIzVQY7eX pYSUu/ilpWhxQtsN+mHyoLj0JXE6fVqLLhopiFIbdBKnG06iVX+U+g

Скачать книгу