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prison. In the forest he would have been living yet — civili- 

 zation killed him. 



Hereafter live and rule in absolute liberty, fierce Sultans of 

 Atlas ! never again will I raise my hand to bring you into 

 slavery. Hereafter we only meet face to face, and death for 

 death. What is the destruction that comes like the thunder- 

 bolt in the forest, underneath the midnight sky, to the slow 

 agony of the prison-house ? Better a thousand times, the 

 iron ball of the hunter, than the iron shackle of a gaoler ! 



