Strange, I thought, that so many woods were haunted.
Yet one cannot wonder at these poor people being superstitious, wandering so much as they do in this wild lone land, seeing so many sights and hearing so many strange sounds for which they cannot account.
Chapter Twenty Four.
A Journey to the Country of the Gualichu—The Earthquake—a wondrous sight—“I will pray to the Great Good Spirit.”
“I feel unusually fresh this morning,” said Peter one day as we all squatted down to breakfast.
“Considering,” he added, “the roughish time we had yesterday, I’m a little astonished at my recuperative powers.”
“What ship did you say?” said Ritchie.
“Recuperative powers, Edward. That’s the ship. And I didn’t know I had any. Why, when I turned in last night I said to Jack there, ‘Jack,’ says I, ‘I’m feeling ninety years of age.’ But this morning I can hold my age like a young hawk.”