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PHOSPHOR.

I asked the white female, who was walking near me, why they seemed to care so little, she answered:—

"It occurs so often that they are used to it."

As we were following the wall of the cave, before we came to the passage, we heard a great noise above us. We rushed from the side just in time to escape an enormous piece of rock that had become loosened and had fallen. I arrived at the passage and cave without any more accidents.

I heard the fungi gatherers recounting how I had been bitten and had not died. All came and looked at me. I had to show them the marks of the fangs in my hand. They were very much astonished, and evidently looked upon me as a supernatural being.



CHAPTER X.

Some time after this event, the white female commenced to importune me in a most unpleasant manner to live with her.