THE WOOD-PUSSY 43 



them. Perhaps they climbed out of their ravine 

 and wandered up through the dark to the door- 

 yard under my bedroom window; for during the 

 night the sea wind came in with a pungent breath 

 that was not brought from the gulf stream; a 

 breath that told me the wood-pussy was roaming 

 abroad over the island and had passed beneath 

 my open window. 



