His stillness was something marvelous.

Even had it been light, an ordinary observer would not have seen him move a hair's breadth.
He was a part of the silent wilderness.
Midnight, and then the long hours.

Faint noises arose in the thickets, bet the ear of the gray statue was alive, and he knew.

The rabbits were hopping about, at play, perhaps, in the moonlight; a deer was passing; perhaps a panther stirred somewhere; but these were things that neither he nor Paul feared; it was only man that they dreaded.

After a while a faint, clear note rose, far to the east, and to it came three replies like it, and also far away.