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Portrait of Robert Louis Stevenson Robert Louis Stevenson The Annotated 'Travels with a Donkey in the Cévennes'…

The next, I was pricking Modestine forward, and guiding her like an unruly ship through the open. In a path, she went doggedly ahead of her own accord, as before a fair wind; but once on the turf or among heather, and the brute became demented. The tendency of lost travellers to go round in a circle was developed in her to the degree of passion, and it took all the steering I had in me to keep even a decently straight course through a single field.
While I was thus desperately tacking through the bog, children and cattle began to disperse, until only a pair of girls remained behind.
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Portrait of Robert Louis Stevenson Robert Louis Stevenson The Annotated 'Travels with a Donkey in the Cévennes'…

In this sensible [8] roaring blackness I was sure of nothing but the direction of the wind. To this I set my face; the road had disappeared, and I went across country, now in marshy opens, now baffled by walls unscalable to Modestine, until I came once more in sight of some red windows. This time they were differently disposed. It was not Fouzilhic, but Fouzilhacmap [9] , a hamlet little distant from the other in space, but worlds away in the spirit of its inhabitants.
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Portrait of Robert Louis Stevenson Robert Louis Stevenson The Annotated 'Travels with a Donkey in the Cévennes'…

Twice in the course of the dark hours—once when a stone galled me underneath the sack, and again when the poor patient Modestine, growing angry, pawed and stamped upon the road—I was recalled for a brief while to consciousness, and saw a star or two overhead, and the lace-like edge of the foliage against the sky. When I awoke for the third time (Wednesday, September 25th) , the world was flooded with a blue light, the mother of the dawn.
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