“There are tracks all through the trees there,” he explained. “We’re no distance from civilisation yet.”

Pictures of the near pasther father`s illness and last momentsrose one after another to her memory. With mournful pleasure she now lingered over these images, repelling with horror only the last one, the picture of his death, which she felt she could not contemplate even in imagination at this still and mystic hour of night. And these pictures presented themselves to her so clearly and in such detail that they seemed now present, now past, and now future.