The scent of the living forest was in his nostrils, and when he threw back his head, it seemed to him that the blue sky was resting upon the tree-tops.

Taking off his coat, he felt the edge of his blade, while he leaned against the great pine he had marked out for sacrifice.

In the midst of the wood he saw the walls of his house rising--saw the sun on the threshold--the smoke mount from the chimney.

The dream in his brain was the dream of the race in its beginning--for he saw the home and in the centre of the home he saw a woman and in the arms of the woman he saw a child.

Though the man would change, the dream was indestructible, and would flow on from the future into the future.