Maybe it's in that wind out over the sea that's bringin' with it loss and wreck, and sore distress, and sad hearts.
Look! Look!" he cried suddenly.

"There's something in that wind and in the hoast beyont that sounds, and looks, and tastes, and smells like death.

It's in the air.

I feel it comin'.

Lord, make me answer cheerful, when my call comes!" He held up his arms devoutly, and raised his hat.