If Juon ought to come home, there is a sign between us.

I have here an Alpine horn; he has taught me how to blow upon it, and has told me that if ever I should be in great danger I must blow it, and however distant he may be, he will hear it and hasten home.' "'But it is night now; perhaps he is asleep.' "'Juon never sleeps at night, he must be awake and protect his herds.' "'And what then will become of his goats if he leaves them ?' "'Are not I and my child dearer to him than all his property ?' "Then I told Mariora that no time must be lost, and that she should blow the horn at once.

It is a long tube made out of the bark of trees, with the end tilted upwards, and anyone who knows how to blow it can make its voice heard for miles.

Mariora was too feeble with it.

Perhaps at another time she would have been more up to it, but now she was upset, there was something which weighed down her bosom and hampered her breathing: the horn gave forth but a feeble and uncertain sound.