Once out from under the stifling walls of the ravine, and the silver would tremble through the leaves, and show the path beneath.

The trees, too, that they had blazed,--with white wood pointing to white wood, the backward way should be easy.
The earth, rising sheer in darkness on either hand, shut in the bed of the stream.

In the warm, scented dusk the locusts shrilled in the trees, and far up the gorge the whippoorwill called and called.

The air was filled with the gold of fireflies, a maze of spangles, now darkening, now brightening, restless and bewildering.

The small, round pools caught the light from the yet faintly colored sky, and gleamed among the rocks; a star shone out, and a hot wind, heavy with the smell of the forest, moved the hemlock boughs and rustled in the laurels.
The white man and the negro, each leading his horse, picked their way with caution among the pitfalls of the rocky and uneven road.