'He felt the ripples upon his face and heard their separate sounds as they struck. He looked at the forest on the bank of the stream, saw the individual trees, the leaves and the veining of each leaf-saw the very insects upon them, the locusts, the brilliant-bod.ed flies, the grey spiders stretching their webs from twig to twig. He noted the prismatic colours in all the dewdrops upon a million blades of grass. Ambrose Bierce 's story slightly abridged about an execution during the American Civil War
Read by David Bauer
: second broadcast