While it was dying there was silence, but when it was dead the forest

awoke. A wind sprang up and tossed it till the green of its boughs

waved like troubled water on which the moon shines faintly. From the

heart of it, too, came howlings of ghosts and wolves, that were

answered by howls from the rocks above--hearken, Umslopogaas, such

"It was awful here in the mouth of the cave, for I had not yet learned

the secret of the stone, and if I had known it, should I have dared to

close it, leaving myself alone with the dead wolves and him whom the