"The tidal current runs to and fro in its unceasing service, crowded with memories of men and ships it had borned to the rest of home or to the battles of the sea."
bear
"No Falernian wine here, no going ashore. Here and there a military camp lost in a wilderness, like a needle in a bundle of hay --- cold, fog, tempests, disease, exile, and death ------ death skulking in the air, in the warter, in the bush. They must have been dying like flies here. Oh, yes --- he did it. Did it very well, too, no doubt, and without thinking much about it either, except afterwards to barg of what he had gone through in his time, perhaps. They were men enough to face the darkness."
"True, by this time it was not a blank space any more. It had got filled since my boyhood with rivers and lakes and names. It had ceased to be a blank space of delightful mystery --- a white patch for a boy to dream gloriously onver. It had become a place of darkness."
"They were all there. The supernatural being had not been touched after he fell. And the village was deserted, the huts gaped black, rotting, all askew within the fallen enclosures."
"An eerie feeling came over me. She seemed uncanny and fateful. Often far away there I thought of these two, guarding the door of Darkness, knitting black wool as for a warm pall, one introducing, introducing continuously to the unknown, the other scrutinizing the cheery and foolish face with unconcerned old eyes."
“For a time I would feel I belonged still to a world of straightforward facts; but the feeling would not last long. Something would turn up to scare it away."
"Pop, would go one of the six-inch guns; a small flame would dart and vanish, a little white smoke would disappear, a tiny projectile would give a feeble screech --- and nothing happened. Nothing could happen. There was a touch of insanity in the proceeding, a sense of lugubrious drollery in the sight; and it was not dissipated by sombady on board assuring me earnestly there was a camp of natives --- he called them enemies! --- hidden out of sight somewhere."
"At last I got under the trees. My purpose was to stroll in the shade for a moment; but no sooner within than is seemed to me I had stepped into the gloomy circle of some Inferno. The rapids were near, and an uninterrupted, uniform, headlong, rushing noise filled the mournful stillness of the grove, where not a breath stirred, not a leaf moved, with a mysterious sound --- as though the tearing pace of the launched earth had suddenly become audible."