Our path ran between a few of them.

To the left they were thick.

They were viridescent, almost metallic hued--verd-antique.
Curiously indeed were they like distorted images of dog and deerlike forms, of birds--of _dwarfs_ and here and there the simulacra of the giant frogs! Spore cases, yellowish green, as large as mitres and much resembling them in shape protruded from the heaps.

My repulsion grew into a distinct nausea.
Rador turned to us a face whiter far than that with which he had looked upon the dragon worm.
"Now for your lives," he whispered, "tread softly here as I do--and speak not at all!" He stepped forward on tiptoe, slowly with utmost caution.

We crept after him; passed the heaps beside the path--and as I passed my skin crept and I shrank and saw the others shrink too with that unnameable loathing; nor did the green dwarf pause until he had reached the brow of a small hillock a hundred yards beyond.