Suddenly he darted forward, ran up the trunk of a great tree and disappeared in the dense foliage.

As he did not come down again they inferred that he had caught what he was pursuing and was now devouring it.
Ned shivered a little and put his hand on the butt of his loaded pistol.
"Obed," he said, "I don't like the jungle, and I shall be glad when I get out of it.

It's too vast, too bewildering, and its very beauty fills me with fear.

I always feel that fangs and poison are lurking behind the beauty and the bloom." "You're not so far wrong, Ned.

I believe I'd rather be on the dusty deserts of the North.