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but indistinctly heard by us ; we supposed that they were 

 made by a human being, but there were doubts in our 

 minds on this point. They came to us at intervals of five 

 or ten minutes. We fired guns in response to them, but 

 it made no difference ; it did not change even the length 

 of the intervals. We thought it was strange that he did 

 not "yell" immediately after the discharge of our guns. 

 It was strange, but he has since explained all this by say- 

 ing, "I did not hear your guns; I did not hear your 

 shouts;" and consequently it still seems strange to me 

 that we were able to hear his "yells." These facts can 

 only be explained by some one who possesses a more 

 thorough knowledge of acoustics and our acoustic rela- 

 tions at that moment than your humble servant. 



The reader will be still further astonished when he 

 learns that it has been definitely determined since that 

 eventful day that Mr. Mildenberger was separated from 

 us by no less than four English geographical miles. The 

 photographer, having yelled till he was tired of this exer- 

 cise, still continued to walk, walk, walk ! Although sorely 

 fatigued, he was so much disturbed in mind that when he 



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seated himself for a moment he could only remain in that 

 posture for a few seconds. The hours dragged slowly on, 

 midnight came, and he now seated himself before the 

 blazing fire, closed his eyes and did sleep. It was the sleep 

 of exhaustion, a troubled slumber. In this condition he 

 dreamed that he was a soldier once more ; that the fates of 

 war had gone against him. The army to which he belonged 

 had been operating in a wild country ; had suffered a most 

 disastrous defeat ; the soldiers had fled from the field ; had 



