Digital heart book

The doctor was
there, taking his turn with me in telling the story of our adventures.
This went on till our listeners were tired out, and then one of the
company gave a little variety to the occasion by singing a capital song.
Here the scene changed to the country. It was morning in the woods. The
trees wore their spring foliage, bright flowers spread their beauty and
fragrance around us, and the air was filled with the music of birds. The
sweet notes of these songsters were by far the most vivid part of the
dream. Now loud, now soft, the unbroken melody absorbed our attention and
made it difficult for us to understand how our situation again gradually
changed, until the air became piercingly cold, the cruel wind beat upon us
furiously, and the violent elements seemed bent upon our destruction.
The doctor and I were alone, and the surroundings bore a strange
resemblance to the inhospitable surface of the moon. But what are those
sweet sounds still ringing in our ears? Sure no birds could live in such a
wild place.


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