Edgar Jepson and Captain David Beames

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Edgar Jepson and Captain David Beames A Duel With Snakes (1899)

He has met and worsted the hamadryad in its own jungle, crushing its head as its deadly fangs were buried in his arm. He will excite karaits to bite him, declaring that the poison of that deaf and pulseless serpent soothes him into a pleasant dreaminess. Of cobras he makes little account: they are the stock-in-trade of every paltry conjuror: and thrice has he let the hooded terror bite his tongue, snapping his teeth into its brain as it bit.
All his ghastly feats are feats pure and simple, and lead to nothing. He has never cured a single snake bite, nor would.
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Edgar Jepson and Captain David Beames A Duel With Snakes (1899)

There is no spot in India so full of a nameless terror for the natives; for they hold that the Siwaliks, the strange hills in the dense depths of the Doon jungle, heaped over ruins of long-forgotten dead cities, are the tombs of a race of giants who lived before the creation of man, whose spirits, noxious with malefic powers, haunt the resting-places of their dust.
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Edgar Jepson and Captain David Beames A Duel With Snakes (1899)

Slowly their dread mastered them; their faces grew grey and then green; one man gave back a step, then another; one by one they tore away their eyes from the dormant horror; glared at one another in the agony of utter fear; turned with one accord, and fled—fled as men flee with the fear of death at their backs, and the devils of the lone Night and the waste on their heels.
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