You never heard that sound?
In the clear height of that plateau the air reverberates greatly; and there's nothing on earth which so much gives a sense of power--power that crushes--as the stamps of a great mine pounding away night and day.

There they go, thundering on, till it seems to you that some unearthly power is hammering the world into shape.

You get up and go to the window and look out into the night.

There's the deep blue sky--blue like nothing you ever saw in any other sky, and the stars so bright and big, and so near, that you feel you could reach up and pluck one with your hand; and just over the little hill are the lights of the stamp-mills, the smoke and the mad red flare, the roar of great hammers as they crush, crush, crush; while the vibration of the earth makes you feel that you are living in a world of Titans." "And when it all stops ?" she asked, almost breathlessly.

"When the stamps pound no more, and the power is withdrawn?
It is empty and desolate--and frightening ?" "It is anything you like.