Above, the little lookout with its rustic paling seemed almost more than directly overhead.

The few stars and the fugitive moon seemed somehow set in a different sky.

He felt a new kinship with a great gull who came floating by.

He had become himself a creature of the wild places.

Presently he began once more to let himself down, hand over hand, to where the next little clump of trees showed a chance of a precarious foothold.