"What is a piper doing out on the moor so early ?" He listened also.

"It must be far away.

I don't hear it," he said.
"Perhaps it is a bird whistling." "It is far away," I answered, "but it is not a bird.

It's the pipes, and playing such a strange tune.

There! It has stopped!" But it was not silent long; I heard the tune begin again much nearer, and the piper was plainly coming toward us.