Its wings were spreading like tentacles; they pushed on to meet the moon, whose light was just rising in the east as a dim whitish arch.

The orb itself still remained below the horizon.

Gusts of wind whirled up the gorge from the east at intervals, causing the pines to sigh, the willows and poplars to rustle.
The corn whispered and tinkled.

The usual bustle prevailed about the houses and in front of the caves.
Before the grotto where the council was to meet that night, men were standing, sitting, or lounging.

They were the delegates who had come to listen at last to the oracle which was to be revealed to them through the mouth of the great shaman.