Excerpt from The Feather Bed He escaped limping at last, and broke the circuit Travelling down and down; but smooth descent Interrupted by new lakes and ridges, Sprawling unmortared walls of boulder granite, Marshes; one arm hung bruised where he had fallen, Blood welled a sticky trickle from his cheek, Mist gathering in his eye-brows ran full beads Down to his eyes, making them smart and blur. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.