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Slowly on. He was obliged to keep moving, for every time he sat down to rest
He was soon penetrated to the bone with the cold. All his sensations and
Experiences, as he moved through the solemn gloom and the empty vastness of
The night, were new and strange to him. At intervals he heard voices
Approach, pass by, and fade into silence; and as he saw nothing more of the
Bodies they belonged to than a sort of formless drifting blur, there was
Something spectral and uncanny about it all that made him shudder.
Occasionally he caught the twinkle of a light — always far away, apparently
— almost in another world; if he heard the tinkle of a sheep's bell, it was
Vague, distant, indistinct; the muffled lowing of the herds floated to him on
The night wind in vanishing cadences, a mournful sound; now and then came
The complaining howl of a dog over viewless expanses of field and forest; all
Sounds were remote; they made the little king feel that all life and activity
Were far removed from him, and that he stood solitary, companionless, in the
Center of a measureless solitude.
He stumbled along, through the gruesome fascinations of this new experience,
Startled occasionally by the soft rustling of the dry leaves overhead, so like
Human whispers they seemed to sound; and by and by he came suddenly upon
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