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Strauch, Dora; Brockmann, Walter / Satan came to Eden

Chapter III: We find our Eden,   pp. 34-49

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We Find Our Eden 
was not like a wind, but like a train of specters gliding past, each 
uttering a sigh of sharp despair as if imploring help of the living 
folk within the place. Hugo, terrified in spite of our sobering pres- 
ence, told us in a mere whisper of a voice how everyone who had 
ever heard this wind talked of it ever afterwards with shuddering 
  The following morning we looked out on a landscape completely 
enveloped in the delicate mist which passes for rain at this altitude. 
Its season is a protracted one, from May to November, and though 
the supply of moisture it provides is meager, it is enough to keep 
the summits green even before the real rains come. 
  Our destination for the second day was the wide pampa lying 
to the northeast of the caves, a dry and grassy plain of surprising 
extent, considering the size of the whole island. If we were look- 
ing forward to seeing this new landscape, Hugo was in a state 
of almost wild excitement. He could hardly wait for us to be 
gone; all the passionate Indio hunter in him was aroused, though 
he had already begun to understand that there was a world of 
difference between his present master and the old Norwegian, and 
knew that if he was to be permitted any shooting it would be very 
little, and that the chase rather than the kill would be his day's 
  It had not been our intention to molest the wild herds on the 
island, but we needed a horse to transport our effects from Post 
Office Bay to wherever our future home would be. The Nor- 
wegian had assured us that this would be the easiest matter in the 
world, but he proved over-optimistic. Others of the settlers had 
had three horses regularly in their service, and we had been told 
that one of those was as "tame as any cab-horse." 
  We turned our faces from the lovely valley and made our way 
to the brow of the hill. There, spread out at our feet, lay the 
wide pampa. Almost as though they had come in obedience to 
a call, we saw the three horses moving in the tall grass. We climbed 
down the slope and approached them. It was our plan to come 
at them from three sides, and they allowed us to get quite near. 
Hugo, armed now not with a firearm but with a lasso, was not 
successful. After one abortive attempt to catch the nearest horse, 

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