I went in and turned up the bracken for my bed.
Then the rain began to fall; and the rain became hail, and the hail became sleet, and pelted in upon me, it did.

The wind soughed about my lone home--my home!" Again Sim reeled in the agony of his soul.
"This is peace to that wind," he continued; "yes, peace.

Then the stones began to rumble down the rocks, and the rain to pour in through the great chinks in the roof of the cave.

Yet I stayed there--I stayed.

Well, the ghyll roared louder and louder.