This deep cleft acts as a trumpet and brings the sound to me." "How far away, then, would you say is this being, who, I fear, is mythical ?" "He is not mythical.

He is reality.

He is yet about three hundred yards distant.

I might not have heard him, even with the aid of the cleft, but tonight Areskoui has given uncommon power to my ear, perhaps to aid us, and I know he is walking among thick bushes.

I can hear the branches swish as they fly back into place, after his body has passed.