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animal is a lucid somnambulist.
There are cases in which the dog feels that he should follow his master;
others, in which he should precede him. Then the animal takes the
direction of sense. His imperturbable scent is a confused power of
vision in what is twilight to us. He feels a vague obligation to become
a guide. Does he know that there is a dangerous pass, and that he can
help his master to surmount it? Probably not. Perhaps he does. In any
case, some one knows it for him. As we have already said, it often
happens in life that some mighty help which we have held to have come
from below has, in reality, come from above. Who knows all the
mysterious forms assumed by God?
What was this animal? Providence.
Having reached the river, the wolf led down the narrow tongue of land
which bordered the Thames.
Without noise or bark he pushed forward on his silent way. Homo always
followed his instinct and did his duty, but with the pensive reserve of
an outlaw.
Some fifty paces more, and he stopped. A wooden platform appeared on the
right. At the bottom of this platform, which was a kind of wharf on
piles, a black mass could be made out, which was a tolerably large
vessel. On the deck of the vessel, near the prow, was a glimmer, like
the last flicker of a night-light.
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