Illustrations

He in turn, leaning over the rock stared back into Martin's face with his immense fishy eyesFrontispiece

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"Oh, poor bird," he cried suddenly, "open your wings and fly away!"28

Groping his way to the bucket of cold water—he managed to raise it up in his arms, and poured it over the sleeper39

"The Queen wishes to speak to you—stand up, little boy"52

How strange it seemed when, holding on to a twig, he bent over and saw himself reflected in that black mirror71

He quickly ate it, and then pulled another and ate that, and then another, and still others, until he could eat no more79

Then the wild man, catching Martin up, leaped upon the back of one of the horses103

She raised him in her arms and pressed him to her bosom, wrapping her hair like a warm mantle around him115

For a moment or two he was tempted to turn and run back into the passage through which he had come122

The doe—timidly smelt at his hand, then licked it with her long pink tongue140

Throwing up her arms, she uttered a long call, and the birds began to come lower and lower down145

One of the mist people—held the shell to Martin's ear,—and Martin knew—that it was the voice of the sea156