The trees rose to a gigantic height, while
the interlacing undergrowth was at some places impenetrable.
About eleven they halted, mooring the boat to a fallen tree half
imbedded in the water. Deep shadows from the overhanging foliage
screened them from the now scorching sunlight. After a lunch on dried
beef and biscuit, the mate suggested a siesta for an hour or two until
it should be cool enough to proceed. Ralph volunteered to keep watch,
though there did not seem to be much necessity for vigilance. The
whole vast forest and all life within its folds appeared to be steeped
in tropical midday repose.
"Well," said the mate, as he and Ben bestowed themselves in the bottom
of the boat on some blankets, "if you get too sleepy call Ben. We'll
have to cover our heads on account of these wretched gnats and
mosquitos."
While the two slumbered, Ralph amused himself at first by examining the
mechanism of his Winchester. Tiring of this he fell into a reverie so
deep that he hardly realized that he was dozing until roused to
wakefulness by a slight pressure upon his hat, which was pulled forward
over his eyes.
His first impulse was to start up, but a long, skeleton leg with tiny
claws at the end--horribly hairy in a miniature way--slowly protruded
over the front brim of his headgear, sending a curdling chill through
his veins as he wondered what kind of a creature its owner might be.
Thoughts of the strange, poisonous insects of abnormal size, which he
had read of as being common in certain warm countries, coursed through
his mind.
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