So blame mad and disappointed my foot just shot out before I knew it.

There he lies half dead to make up, but I'm blest if I forgive him in a hurry.
And there is that insane little owl screeching for a mate.

If I'd start out making sounds like that, all the girls would line up and compete for possession of my happy home.
The Harvester laughed and at the sound Belshazzar took courage and advanced five steps before he sank belly to earth again.

The owl continued its song.

The Harvester imitated the cry and at once it responded.