That was all.

He knew that he would never be able to describe it, this loneliness--or aloneness; one man, and a dog, with a world to themselves.

After a time, as he looked up at the stars and listened to the droning sound of the waters in the valley, it began to thrill him with a new kind of intelligence.

Here was peace as vast as space itself.

It was not troubled by the struggling existence of men, and women, and it seemed to him that he must remain very still under the watchfulness of those billions of sentinels in the sky, with the white moon floating under them.