138 A MOORLAND SANCTUARY 



At evenfall, they began a weary search for their 

 missing parents ; and often, through the night, 

 fcheir weird calls resounded in the wilderness. 

 But the only answer that came was an occasional 

 echo from among the slopes of the gloomy gorge. 

 And among the boulders of the cairn on the 

 hill-top, the old fox, vainly endeavouring to pass 

 the time away in sleep, moaned and writhed with 

 pain. One of his eyes had been torn from its 

 socket in his brief battle with the birds. 



