They could see nothing strange.
The great trunks of the trees, with the long silvery moss of whitish hue, were glistening in the light of the still blazing fire.

All the space between was gloomy and black as ebony.

They could hear nothing that sounded strange.

There was not a breath of air stirring, so that the trees were still and silent, as if asleep.

Only up among their leaves and high tops, the tree-frogs (_Hyloidea_) and cicadas kept up their continuous music.