"Presently, this awful spectre caught my hand in her flesh-
less grasp and drew me away, her bones rattling and her
joints creaking as she went through the gasless streets of a
deserted city, out into barren fields, through deep dark
forests, to a black and torpid istreara, which seemed to be
flowing rapidly down through dark and fetid regions of
swamp, its banks reeking with slimy serpents, and gaunt and
hungry looking crocodiles.
" There we came to a boat, a sort of canoe, and into this
she stepped, drawing me after her, and seizing an oar she
steered the low black craft out into the stream, down the
river we sailed.
