He only knew that the valley seemed to grow quieter and quieter as he sat and stared at the bright delicate blueness.

He did not know how long he sat there or what was happening to him, but at last he moved as if he were awakening and he got up slowly and stood on the moss carpet, drawing a long, deep, soft breath and wondering at himself.

Something seemed to have been unbound and released in him, very quietly.
"What is it ?" he said, almost in a whisper, and he passed his hand over his forehead.

"I almost feel as if--I were alive!" I do not know enough about the wonderfulness of undiscovered things to be able to explain how this had happened to him.

Neither does any one else yet.