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Green Mansions-Part12_W.H.Hudson(1841-1922)_English Literature(文学名著)-第2页

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untwisting her fingers, and regarding me with a look of ineffable



grief and compassion.

Alas! It was vain to appeal to her: she knew what had happened,



and what the result would most likely be, and pitied, but was

powerless to help me. Then it occurred to me that if I could



reach the Indian village before the venom overpowered me

something might be done to save me. Oh, why had I tarried so



long, losing so many precious minutes! Large drops of rain were

falling now, and the gloom was deeper, and the thunder almost



continuous. With a cry of anguish I started to my feet and was

about to rush away towards the village when a dazzling flash of



lightning made me pause for a moment. When it vanished I turned

a last look on the girl, and her face was deathly pale, and her



hair looked blacker than night; and as she looked she stretched

out her arms towards me and uttered a low, wailing cry.



"Good-bye for ever!" I murmured, and turning once more from her,

rushed away like one crazed into the wood. But in my confusion I



had probably taken the wrong direction, for instead of coming out

in a few minutes into the open border of the forest, and on to



the savannah, I found myself every moment getting deeper among

the trees. I stood still, perplexed, but could not shake off the



conviction that I had started in the right direction. Eventually

I resolved to keep on for a hundred yards or so and then, if no



opening appeared, to turn back and retrace my steps. But this

was no easy matter. I soon became entangled in a dense



undergrowth, which so confused me that at last I confessed

despairingly to myself that for the first time in this wood I was



hopelessly lost. And in what terrible circumstances! At

intervals a flash of lightning would throw a vivid blue glare



down into the interior of the wood and only serve to show that I

had lost myself in a place where even at noon in cloudless



weather progress would be most difficult; and now the light would

only last a moment, to be followed by thick gloom; and I could



only tear blindly on, bruising and lacerating my flesh at every

step, falling again and again, only to struggle up and on again,



now high above the surface, climbing over prostrate trees and

branches, now plunged to my middle in a pool or torrent of water.



Hopeless--utterly hopeless seemed all my mad efforts; and at each

pause, when I would stand exhausted, gasping for breath, my



throbbing heart almost suffocating me, a dull, continuous,

teasing pain in my bitten leg served to remind me that I had but



a little time left to exist--that by delaying at first I had

allowed my only chance of salvation to slip by.



How long a time I spent fighting my way through this dense black

wood I know not; perhaps two or three hours, only to me the hours



seemed like years of prolonged agony. At last, all at once, I

found that I was free of the close undergrowth and walking on



level ground; but it was darker here darker than the darkest

night; and at length, when the lightning came and flared down



through the dense roof of foliageoverhead, I discovered that I

was in a spot that had a strange look, where the trees were very



large and grew wide apart, and with no undergrowth to impede

progress beneath them. Here, recovering breath, I began to run,



and after a while found that I had left the large trees behind

me, and was now in a more open place, with small trees and



bushes; and this made me hope for a while that I had at last

reached the border of the forest. But the hope proved vain; once



more I had to force my way through dense undergrowth, and finally

emerged on to a slope where it was open, and I could once more



see for some distance around me by such light as came through the

thick pall of clouds. Trudging on to the summit of the slope, I



saw that there was open savannah country beyond, and for a moment

rejoiced that I had got free from the forest. A few steps more,



and I was standing on the very edge of a bank, a precipice not

less than fifty feet deep. I had never seen that bank before,



and therefore knew that I could not be on the right side of the

forest. But now my only hope was to get completely away from the



trees and then to look for the village, and I began following the

bank in search of a descent. No break occurred, and presently I



was stopped by a dense thicket of bushes. I was about to retrace

my steps when I noticed that a tall slender tree growing at the



foot of the precipice, its green top not more than a couple of

yards below my feet, seemed to offer a means of escape. Nerving



myself with the thought that if I got crushed by the fall I




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