The air is too heavy." "After a good sleep I shall feel better," said Venning.
"It would be too bad to turn back." "It would be too bad if you fell ill." "What do you say, Muata ?" Muata lifted his hand.

"Those who would cross the forest must be of the forest.

Who are the people of the forest?
Not those who live in the plains.

Even the river-people are afraid to go far in.

What are the creatures of the forest?
They are those born among the trees, and those who dwell in the open seldom enter into the darkness and the quiet of the wood." "Yet," said Compton, "there are people of the forest, and animals also, and they live." "For them are the trees." "But when they go about they must travel under the trees." "That is your word," said the chief.