Did ye notice how the woods tremble?
If we was up above them we could see the hole thet tree hed made.

Jes' like an open grave till the others hev filed it with their tops.' My ears had gone deaf with drowsiness when a quick stir in the body of Uncle Eb brought me back to my senses.

He was up on his elbow listening and the firelight had sunk to a glimmer.

Fred lay shivering and growling beside me.

I could hear no other sound.
'Be still,' said Uncle Eb, as he boxed the dog's ears.