Witch who sits aloft forever. She seemed to grin at me, and, oh! I

grew afraid, for now I knew that this was a place of dead men, a place

where spirits perch like vultures in a tree, as they sweep round and

round the world. I went back to the cave, and feeling that I must do

something lest I should go mad, I drew to me the carcase of the great

dog-wolf which I had killed, and, taking my knife of iron, I began to

skin it by the light of the moon. For an hour or more I skinned,

singing to myself as I worked, and striving to forget him who sat in