I heaped every invective upon them that my tongue could utter as I rushed
away from them into the mist, and even after I had lost sight of them,
and turning my head round could see nothing but the storm-wraiths driving
behind me, I heard their ghostly chanting, and felt as though one of them
would rush after me and grip me in his hand and throttle me.
I may say here that, since my return to England, I heard a friend playing
some chords upon the organ which put me very forcibly in mind of the
Erewhonian statues (for Erewhon is the name of the country upon which I
was now entering). They rose most vividly to my recollection the moment
my friend began. They are as follows, and are by the greatest of all
musicians:--{2}
[Music score which cannot be reproduced]
CHAPTER VI: INTO EREWHON
And now I found myself on a narrow path which followed a small
watercourse. I was too glad to have an easy track for my flight, to lay
hold of the full significance of its existence. The thought, however,
soon presented itself to me that I must be in an inhabited country, but
one which was yet unknown. What, then, was to be my fate at the hands of
its inhabitants? Should I be taken and offered up as a burnt-offering to
those hideous guardians of the pass? It might be so.
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