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REQUIESCAT!.
A strange and mysterious thing is the working of terror on the human mind.

Some it renders incapable of thought or action, paralysing their limbs and stagnating the blood in their veins; such creatures die in anticipating death.

Others under the stress of that grim passion have their wits preternaturally sharpened.

The instinct of self-preservation assumes command of all their senses, and urges them to swift and feverish action.
I thank God with a full heart that to this latter class do I belong.
After one gelid moment, spent with eyes and mouth agape, my hands fallen limp beside me and my hair bristling with affright, I became myself again and never calmer than in that dread moment.