master's house. You feel your- 

 self very small and weak in the 

 presence of the mystery. You 

 know that the gloom is peopled 

 with foes who hover and lie in 

 wait. You suspect the trees, the 

 passing wind and the moonbeams. 

 You would like to hide, to sup- 

 press yourself by holding your 

 breath. But still the watch must 

 be kept; you must, at the least 

 sound, issue from your retreat, 

 face the invisible and bluntly dis- 

 turb the imposing silence of the 

 earth, at the risk of bringing down 



