No wonder they thrilled with horror when, deep in the woods, they found the skulls and trophies of their dead comrades upon the trees.

The trees had devoured them: silently, in mouthfuls, and left the white bones.

Bones of the mindful Romans--and savage, preconscious trees, indomitable.

The true German has something of the sap of trees in his veins even now: and a sort of pristine savageness, like trees, helpless, but most powerful, under all his mentality.

He is a tree-soul, and his gods are not human.