crashing
through
the woods.
I moved
from
hiding-place
to
hiding-place,
always
pursued,
or so it
seemed to
me, by
these
terrifying
missiles.
But
towards
the end of
the
bombardment,
though
still I
durst not
venture in
the
direction
of the
stockade,
where the
balls fell
oftenest,
I had
begun, in
a manner,
to pluck
up my
heart
again, and
after a
long
detour to
the east,
crept down
among the
shore-side
trees. The
sun had
just set,
the sea
