When he had come out into the glade he looked around him; the sun was no longer visible above the tree-tops.

It had grown cooler and the place seemed to him quite strange and not like the country round the village.

Everything seemed changed--the weather and the character of the forest; the sky was wrapped in clouds, the wind was rustling in the tree-tops, and all around nothing was visible but reeds and dying broken-down trees.

He called to his dog who had run away to follow some animal, and his voice came back as in a desert.

And suddenly he was seized with a terrible sense of weirdness.