In the same instant, I found myself looking down into a white demoniac face, human save that the mouth and nose had greatly the appearance of a beak. Then the wretched ones are stranded in the weed-choked sea full of hostile bloodthirsty creatures… Now, George, who was on the bo’sun’s other side, whispered that there was another face, not unlike to a woman’s, and, indeed, so soon as I perceived it, I saw that the tree had a second excrescence, most strangely after the face of a woman. Then I caught the bo’sun by the arm, and pointed for whether it was a part of the tree or not, it was a work of the devil but the bo’sun, on seeing it, ran straightway so close to the tree that he might have touched it with his hand, and I found myself beside him. The misadventures of the shipwreck survivors are captivating… The atmosphere of suspense is thick…įirst adventurers find themselves on the strange island full of extremely weird plants… When one is young and naïve then The Boats of the “Glen Carrig” is exactly one’s stuff… And if one is old and wise this exotically romantic exploration will do one no harm either…
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