What had happened to this white man, after going through the dark gate of death, would happen to him.

Wherefore he questioned the head, as if its dumb lips might speak to him from out of the mystery and tell him the meaning of life, and the meaning of death that inevitably laid life by the heels.
Jerry's long-drawn howl of woe at sight and scent of all that was left of Skipper, roused Bashti from his reverie.

He looked at the sturdy, golden- brown puppy, and immediately included it in his reverie.

It was alive.
It was like man.

It knew hunger, and pain, anger and love.