The ghastly fate of the African as he sank down to his terrible doom, his black face growing grey with terror, his white eyeballs, now like veined bloodstone, rolling in the helpless extremity of fear.

The mysterious green light was in itself a milieu of horror.

And through it all the awful cry came up from that fathomless pit, whose entrance was flooded with spots of fresh blood.

Even the death of the fearless little snake-killer--so fierce, so frightful, as if stained with a ferocity which told of no living force above earth, but only of the devils of the pit--was only an incident.

Adam was in a state of intellectual tumult, which had no parallel in his experience.