Belshazzar nosed the twisting figure and whined pitifully.

A chattering little marsh wren tilted on a bush and scolded.

A blue jay perched above and tried to decide whether there was cause for an alarm signal.

A snake coming from the water to hunt birds ran close to him, and changing its course, went weaving away among the mosses.

Gradually the pent forces spent themselves, and for hours the Harvester lay in the deep sleep of exhaustion, and stretched beside him, Belshazzar guarded with anxious dog eyes..