VIII
In Transit
The eighth chapter is brief, and relates that , the amateur naturalist of the district, while lying out on the spacious open downs without a soul within a couple of miles of him, as he thought, and almost , heard close to him the sound as of a man coughing, , and then swearing savagely to himself; and looking, beheld nothing. Yet the voice was . It continued to swear with that and variety that distinguishes the swearing of a man. It grew to a , again, and died away in the distance, going as it seemed to him in the direction of Adderdean. It lifted to a and ended. Gibbons had heard nothing of the morning’s occurrences, but the phenomenon was so striking and disturbing that his philosophical vanished; he got up hastily, and hurried down the steepness of the hill towards the village, as fast as he could go.