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Before he did it, I could see.
The wind was hitting me in the
face like twenty gales, but I
v could see. The boulevard which
stretched like a ribbon before us,
began to narrow. Whiz-z! The
boulevard was a piece of string.
Whiz-z-z! There wasn't any
By reaching behind Teddy's
back I could reach a leather han
dle. I grabbed it. It saved my
life every time we hit a moun
tain top. I knew, if I let go of
that handle, I would be hurled
into the void. If that happened,
I would keep on going. I would
never stop. So I hung on. With
what tenacy I hung on an aching
hand still testifies.
Teddy lei out another notch.
You have, perhaps, been in a
gale at sea. Perhaps cyclones
have toyed with you. Tornadoes,
it may be, have had sport with
you. When Teddy let out that
third notch, all the gales, cy
clones and tornadoes that ever
blew bunched and hurled them
selves at me. Teddy didn't get a
zephyr. I got it all.
That wind unbuttoned by coat,
it ripped the buttons off my vest.
It blew up my trousers legs and
threatened destruction. It sent
prehensile fingers under my col
lar and tried to wrest it from its
It got up my nose and sought
to turn it inside out. It got into
my ears and I thought my head
would burst. It almost tore my
hair out by the roots. In an in
cautious moment I opened my
mouth to breathe, and my cheeks
ballooned out. And I couldn't
shut my mouth. It tried to dig
my eyes out of their sockets.
There was a twenty-ton weight
on my stomach. Another on my
chest. We were going some, be
lieve me oh, yes, we were going
hell-bent - for - election; and
Teddy let out another notch !
Up to this point I have tried to
give you, without exaggeration, a
picture of my emotions. Here I
draw the veil. When Teddy pull
ed the whateveritis the fourth
time, there were no emotions. Ab
solutely none. We might have
been standing still, for all I knew."
We were Groin e 90 miles an
No emotions! It is so we feel
or, rather, don't feel when we
are 4ead, perhaps. Wait! I take
it back. I had emotions two. 1
experienced a rising sensation. I
rose 18 miles. I floated through
space, I came down. And land
glory be ! safe on the seat I had
left. I didn't know why. Later,
I learned it was when we struck
the plank road.
That was one of the two sensa
tions while going 90 miles an
hour. The other was a tingling
sensation in the tips of tfie fin
gers of my right hand, the hand
that held fast to the handle. My
hand was asleep.
By-and-by eight or nine years
afterwards I discerned, to my
surprise, the boulevard lying in
nice, smooth rolls lay before us.
We were crawling along at a
measly pace perhaps 70 miles
an hour. Then, after a little
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