The Realm Of The Unreal
I For a part of the distance between Auburn and Newcastle the road -- first on one side of a
creek and then on the other -- occupies the whole bottom of the ravine, being partly cut out
of the steep hillside, and partly built up with boulders removed from the creek-bed by the
miners. The hills are wooded, the course of the ravine is sinuous. In a dark night careful
driving is required in order not
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off into the water. The night that I have in memory was dark, the creek a torrent, swollen
by a recent storm. I had driven up from Newcastle and was within about a mile of Auburn in
the darkest and narrowest part of the ravine, looking intently ahead of my horse for the
roadway. Suddenly I saw a man almost under the animal's nose, and reined in with a jerk that
came near setting the creature upon its haunches.
'I beg your pardon,' I said; 'I did not see you, sir.'
'You could hardly be expected to see me,' the man replied civilly, approaching the side of
the vehicle; 'and the noise of
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I at once recognized the voice, although five years had passed since I had heard it. I was
not particularly well pleased to hear it now.
'You are Dr. Dorrimore, I think,' said I.
'Yes; and you are my good friend Mr.
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a light laugh, 'being due to the fact that I am going your way, and naturally expect an
invitation to ride with you.'
'Which I extend with all my heart.'
That was not altogether true.
Dr. Dorrimore thanked me as he
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fancy, but it seems to me now that the remaining distance was made in a chill fog; that I
was uncomfortably cold; that the way was longer than ever before, and the town, when we
reached it, cheerless, forbidding, and desolate. It must have been early in the evening, yet
I do not recollect a light in any of the houses nor a living thing in the streets. Dorrimore
explained at some length how he happened to be there, and where he had been during the years
that had
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had seen him. I recall the fact of the narrative, but none of the facts narrated. He had
been in foreign countries and had returned -- this is all that my memory retains, and this I
already knew. As to myself I cannot remember that I spoke a word, though doubtless I did.
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