No sound at all came.

There was not even a wind to rustle the bare boughs.

The sun hung a huge red globe in the west, and all that side of the earth was tinged with a red glare, wintry and cold despite its redness.

Then, as the earth turned, the sun was lost behind it, and the cold dark came.
Henry found it so comfortable in his burrow that all his muscles were soothed, and he grew sleepy.

It would have been very pleasant to doze there, but he brought himself round with an effort of the will, and became as wide awake as ever.