Died down. About him the rustle and whisper of the wild closed in nearer. It was his world and he breathed more deeply and listened. Lonely and sick at heart he felt the life and sympathy and love of it creeping into him grieving with him in his grief warming him with its hope pledging him again the eternal friendship of its trees its mountains and all of the wild that it held therein. A hundred times in that strange man-play that comes of loneliness in the far north he had given life and form to... read more
