A palsying fear laid hold of my heart.
My limbs stiffened.
BULGER’S AND MY WILD FLIGHT WHEN PURSUED BY THE ROUNDBODIES.
I threw one last glance upon Bulger.
He answered me with a look of most tender affection, and then we both tripped, staggered, stumbled, fell headlong, side by side, while seemingly ten thousand living boulders, with awful shrieks, groans, and gurgling sounds, hung like a shadow over us for an instant, and all was black as night.
I felt my protuberant brow ground into the earth and the last bit of life crushed out of me.
My last though was:
“Bulger! O, Bulger! What a terrible death! But O, what a kind Providence to let us die together!”