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while I
became an amateur hangman. I hanged seven amateur murderers.

CHAPTER
VII
     
     
     
    Then
my situation was one in which all voluntary thoughts were swallowed up and
lost, and I never found them again. I looked everywhere. I was hurried away by
fury, revenge and an overdraft. I provided myself with a sum of money together
with a few jewels which belonged to my mother. I took them as she slept — God
bless her!
    And
now my wanderings began, which are to cease but with life. I have traversed a
great portion of the earth using an American Express card. How I lived I hardly
know — mainly bank jobs. I have stretched my failing limbs upon the sandy plain
and have been crapped on by an elephant; rangers dug me out. I have swum the
stormy seas; the Dover life boat saved me. I have searched the deepest; a
rescue team got me out. But revenge kept me alive. I dare not die, that is the
last thing I should do. I would never rest until I had exploded his balls and fed
them to my dog.
    That
night, I knelt by the grave of my father and my wife. I kissed the earth — it
tasted fucking terrible — and then exclaimed, ‘By the sacred earth on which I
kneel, by the shades that wander near me, by the deep and eternal grief that I
feel, I swear (I also drink and smoke) to pursue the daemon until he or I shall
perish in mortal conflict, preferably him. And I call on you, spirits of the
dead “just don’t answer all together.’
    Then,
to my horror, I heard the monster. He addressed me in an audible voice; that is
why I could hear it: ‘I am satisfied, miserable wretch! You have determined to
live, and I am satisfied.’
    I
darted towards the spot from which the sound proceeded; it was a spot about six
inches in diameter, but the devil eluded my grasp. The moon shone full upon his
ghastly and distorted shape as he fled with more than mortal speed — 100 miles
per hour.
    I
pursued him, guided by a trail of cigarette ends. I saw the feared fiend enter
by night and hide himself in a vessel bound for the Black Sea. Just my luck, I
took the wrong sea; I was colour blind. He took passage for the Red Sea, so he
escaped.
    Amidst
the wilds of Tartary and Russia, he still evaded me. Sometimes the peasants,
scared by this horrid apparition, informed me of his path; sometimes he
himself, who feared that if I lost all trace of him I should despair and die. I
saw the print of his huge footstep on the snowy plain, and I fell in it. A
spirit of good followed and directed my steps, and I fell down a coal hole. I survived
in the deserts by making a camel fricassee; it took me a week to eat it.
    In
other places, human beings were seldom seen, and I survived on elephant
vindaloo. To gain the friendship of the villagers, I distributed some food — I
shot an ant which I made into a stew.
    I
was still hell-bent on catching the monster. I exchanged my land-sledge for one
fashioned for the inequalities of the frozen ocean. Immense and rugged
mountains of ice often barred up my passage; it was very painful to have ice
block up your passage.
    Once,
after my sledge-dogs had conveyed me up to the summit of an incredibly sloped
mountain, one, sinking under his fatigue, died — I ate him. Suddenly, my eyes
caught a dark speck upon the dusky plain. I strained my sight to discover what
it could be; it was indeed a dark speck on the dusky plain.
    Oh:
with what a burning gush did warm tears fill my eyes. I caught the tears in a
saucepan and before they became cold I made a cup of Oxo. Yes, my sledge-dogs
were wonderful. They never stopped to urinate, but raised one leg and did it
with the other three legs running.
    In
this manner, many appalling hours passed. Several of my dogs died and I made
them into sausages which I enjoyed. I saw your vessel riding at anchor, and
holding forth to me hopes of succour and life. I quickly destroyed part of my
sledge to construct oars; and by these means was enabled, with infinite
fatigue, to move to your ship.
     
     
    Walton,
in continuation.
    August
26th, 17—.
     
    You
have read this strange and terrific story, Margaret, and do you not feel your
blood congeal with horror? If it does, you must see a doctor. Sometimes, seized
with sudden agony, he could not continue his tale; at others, his voice broke —
he kept the pieces in a small bag. His face would suddenly change to an
expression of the wildest rage as he shrieked out imprecations at his
persecutor, so we put the straitjacket on him.
    Sometimes,
I endeavoured