"There are paths on the tree-tops known to the little people, and made by them.
Maybe they will let us travel also by them." The others stared at the chief in amazement; and even Venning, in spite of his intelligent anticipation, was too surprised to speak.
"There you can look upon the sky; there the wind blows fresh." They looked up at the roof of branches, and then around into the sombre aisles.
"And where are the little people ?" Muata smiled.

"Who knows?
They come like shadows, and like shadows they go.

Even now they may be near watching to see if we are friends or enemies." "You would not tell us an idle tale, chief.

Let us hear what is in your mind." "Stay here, my friends, while I seek the little men.

Maybe, if I find them, they will put us on our way; but if I fail, then my word is that you go back to the river, lest the sickness of the woods come upon you." "We will wait; but I have seen no signs of the little men.