Beside, his heart was so heavy, so full of grief and despair, that not even his surroundings could divert him from gloomy thoughts.

The brook murmured and rustled softly by his side, its waters looked clear and limpid; he neither heard nor saw them.

He only longed to be alone, completely alone, until his uncle should come.

Okoya had not performed his morning ablutions, but there was no thought of them; for he was in deep sorrow, and when the Indian's heart is heavy he is very careful not to wash.
Flat on his stomach, with chin resting on both hands, indifferent to the peculiar scenery before him, he nevertheless scanned the cliffs as far as they were visible.

The grottoes of Tzitz hanutsh opened right in front of him; lower down, the entrances of a few of the caves of Kohaio hanutsh could be seen, for the rocks jutted out like towering pillars.
They completely shut out from his gaze the eastern cave-dwellings of Tzina hanutsh.