that he was
bounded somewhere, by wall, and floor, and roof--where men must
have lived and worked once, though they might be there no
longer--would have been nothing; but this silence of the huge,
wide out-of-doors world, where there was nothing but air and
space around and above him, and the ground beneath, it was
getting irksome, intolerable, awful! The great silence seemed to
be saying to him, "You are alone, alone, alone!" and he had never
known before what wordnetfear lurked in that thought.

Every moment that he stood still the spell grew stronger on him,
and yet he dared not move; and a strange, wild feeling of
wordnetfear--unmistakable physical wordnetfear, which made his  beat and
his limbs tremble--seized on him. He was ready to cry out, to
fall down, to run, and yet there he stood listening, still and
motionless.

The critical moment in all wordnetfear must come at last. A wild and
grewsome hissing and snoring, which seemed to come from the air
just over his head, made him start and spring forward, and gave
him the use of his limbs again at any rate, though they would not
have been worth much to him had the