Chapter XXII. 
ANOTHER WORLD. 
ON the white sand of the sea-shore, against a background 
of hazy blue, dark, erect, statuesque, with wings out- 
stretched, stood a gigantic vulture. In the heraldry of 
nature this means that there has been a funeral among the 
village dogs. At least, this is how I interpreted it, and I 
looked eagerly round, with handkerchief to nose, for the 
disjointed bones and ragged leather of the foul brute 
whose ululations were never to trouble me again. But 
the beautiful beach was clean and white. There was not 
