To see this event reflected as it were in horror from this man's consciousness made it appear more real and much more impressive than when contemplated directly.

Why?
Had remorse given it its poignancy?
Had it been his own hand which had directed this arrow from behind the pedestal?
If not, why this ghastly display of an emotion so far beyond what might be expected from the most sentimental of onlookers?
In an endeavor to clear the situation, the Coroner intervened with the following question: "Have you ever seen a shot made by a bow and arrow before, Mr.Travis?
Archery-practice, I mean.

Or--well, the shooting of wild animals in India, Africa or elsewhere ?" "Oh, yes.

I come from a country where the bow and arrow are used.

But I never shoot.