light shone up. He knew what that 

 was; he had seen the two-legged ones 

 make it near the ranch of evil smells 

 and memories, so feared it not. He 

 swung along from ledge to ledge in 

 silence and in haste, for the smell of 

 sheep grew stronger at every stride, 

 and when he reached a place above 

 the fire he blinked his eyes to find the 

 sheep. The smell was strong now; it 

 was rank, but no sheep to be seen. 

 Instead he saw in the valley a stretch 

 of gray water that seemed to reflect the 

 stars, and yet they neither twinkled 

 nor rippled; there was a murmuring 

 sound from the sheet, but it seemed 

 not at all like that of the lakes around. 

 The stars were clustered chiefly 

 near the fire, and were less like stars 

 than spots of the phosphorescent wood 

 that are scattered on the ground when 

 one knocks a rotten stump about to 



