Twenty-seven I counted outright, but there must have been three times that number.

I saw the herd break across a glade, and watched them until they were lost in the forest.

My companions having disappeared, I pushed on, and while working out of a wide, deep hollow, I noticed the sunny patches fade from the bright slopes, and the golden streaks vanish among the pines.

The sky had become overcast, and the forest was darkening.

The "Waa-hoo," I cried out returned in echo only.
The wind blew hard in my face, and the pines began to bend and roar.