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some paper and feared that his own
repeated failure to alight his moss
would exhaust our scanty supply of
Percussion Caps. Petersen handed me
the pistol, which I seized after much groping in the
darkness I seized[?]. "I did not cock
it" said Petersen, "for the trigger, gives at the
smallest touch." [With difficulty] I handed
back the instrument with great care but in the
utter darkness wasted the powder. He
cocked it [by] restored the powder and was
with great care groping in the dark to
reach it to me. When my hand touched
his, instantly [on the ?] I exclaimed "Petersen
stop I see you". The pistol along its
lock, trigger & barrel was defined by
a pale bluish light, slightly tremulous
but not broken, the stock clearly
discernible seemed to derive its light
from the pistol, but to my amazement
the thumb & two fingers, one of these
latter on either side of the dangerous
trigger were seen with the clearest
definition, the creases wrinkles and
crescent of nails clearly mapped upon
the skin which had a phosphorescent
yellow light not unlike the material
of the fire fly but without glow.

The pistol was held vertically'
to Petersens surprise I placed one
finger on either side of his own without
touching another part. At this moment
he saw an illumination around my
hand but could define nothing.
The pistol was than carried by me,
still vertically and the other hand
containing powder rubbed paper moved
towards it as this paper touched
the barrel it partook of the blueish