The Man and the Snake part 1

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    Ambrose Bierce (1839-1914)

    Bierce was born in Ohio in 1839. He served as an officer in the Civil War, and in 1866 went to California, six years later proceeding to England.

    Before that time he had begun to write those brief sketches and stories which have only in recent years become widely known. Between 1877 and 1884, having returned to California, he edited a magazine. He was last heard of in Mexico in 1914, and is supposed to have died there that year. Bierce`s stories are remarkable achievements. They are highly finished psychological studies cast in fiction form, of a tragic or satirical turn.

    The story of The Man and the Snake was published in the volume m Tales of Soldiers and Civilians. Copyright, i8gi, by E. L. G. Steele. Reprinted by permission of Chatto and Windus, who include it in a volume entitled In the Midst of Life.

    The Man and the Snake

    From Tales of Soldiers and Civilians

    It is of veritably report, and attested of so many that there be now of wise and learned none to gainsay it, that ye serpent his eye hath a magnetic properties that whoso fillet into its suasion is drawn forwards in despyte of his wile, and perished miserably by ye creature his byte.
    Stretched at ease upon a sofa, in gown and slippers, Harker Brayton smiled as he read the foregoing sentence in old Morryster`s “Marvells of Science.” “The only marvel in the matter,” he said to himself, “is that the wise and learned in Morryster`s day should have believed such nonsense as is rejected by most of even the ignorant in ours.”

    A train of reflection followed—for Brayton was a man of thought and he unconsciously lowered his book without altering the direction of his eyes. As soon as the volume had gone below the line of sight, something in an obscure corner of the room recalled his attention to his surroundings. What he saw, in the shadow under his lied, were two small points of light, apparently about an inch apart. They might have been reflections of the gas jet above him, in metal nail heads; he gave them but little thought and resumed his reading. A moment later something—some impulse which it did not occur to him to analyze—impelled him to lower the book again and seek for what he saw before. The points of light were still there. They seemed to have become brighter than before, shining with a greenish luster which he had not at first observed. He thought, too, that they might have moved a trifle—were somewhat nearer.

    They were still too much in the shadow, however, to reveal their nature and origin to an indolent attention, and he resumed his reading. Suddenly something in l lie text suggested a thought which made him start and drop the book for the third time to the side of the sofa, whence, escaping from his hand, it fell sprawling to the floor, back upward. Brayton, half-risen, was staring intently into the obscurity beneath the bed, where the points of light shone with, it seemed to him, an added fire.

    His attention was now fully aroused, his gaze eager and imperative. It dis- (losed, almost directly beneath the foot rail of the bed, the coils of a large serpent—the points of light were its eyes! Its horrible head, thrust flatly Birth from the innermost coil and resting upon the outermost, was directed straight toward him, the definition of the wide, brutal jaw and the idiotic forehead serving to show the direction of its malevolent gaze. The eyes were no longer merely luminous points; they looked into his own with a meaning, a malign significance.

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