With bent body and outstretched arm she appeared to be listening to some noise behind the shed.
"There are strange sounds," she whispered, with evident alarm.

"I have heard in the air the sounds of grief, as of a sigh and weeping.

That was by the riverside.

And now again I heard--" "Where ?" asked Babalatchi, in an altered voice.

"What did you hear ?" "Close here.