Although the way was quite clear and the road broad I felt as though at any moment our advance would be stopped by an impenetrable barrier, a barrier of bristled thickets, of an iron wall, of a sudden, fathomless precipice.
Of course to both Trenchard and myself there were, during this drive, thoughts of his dream.

We both recognized, although at this time we did not speak of it, that this was the very place that had now grown so vivid to us.

"Ah, this is how it looks in sunlight!" I would think to myself, having seen it always in the early morning and cold.

Behind me the long white house, the hunters, the dogs....

No, they were not here in the burning suffocating sunlight, but they would come--they would come! The monotony of the place emphasised its vastness.