The name of the tree was Spray-Sprinkled.[1] One of its roots hung down over the cliff's face to the mouth of a cavern fringed by much sea-weed, floating or dripping on the heaving sea.

Pausing for a moment the reluctant shades chanted a farewell to their fellow-men and danced a last war-dance.

Amid the wild yells of the invisible dancers could be heard the barking of their dogs.

Then, sliding down the roots, the spirits disappeared in the cave.

Within its recesses was a river flowing between sandy shores.