Judging by the outcries, all the wild denizens of the wilderness were abroad.

For a long time we lay, whispering now and then, instead of speaking aloud.

A noise at the ox camp startled us, and, fearful lest one of the horses had thrown himself, Addison went hastily to the door to listen.

"Come here," he whispered, in a strange tone.
I peeped forth over his shoulder, and was as much bewildered as he by what I saw.

Cloudy as was the night, glimpses of something white appeared everywhere, going and coming, or flopping fitfully about.