A TALE OF THE GRAND JARDIN 



that fairly cowed the soul, the wind, 

 leaping up the mountain side, fell upon 

 the little habitation, and would have 

 carried it away had my whole weight not 

 been thrown against the tent-pole. In 

 the darkness that drew like a curtain 

 across the sky I waited miserably, 

 dreading I knew not what, beyond the 

 gale and the javelins of the lightning. 



" Sitting with an arm around the pole 

 I heard, through the wind and the rain, 

 a cry. Even answering it, I doubted 

 that it was human ; when it came again 

 I tried to think that some solitary loon 

 was calling to his familiar spirits of the 

 storm. Never have I passed such an 

 hour under canvas. The wind had the 

 note you hear in a gale of sea. Light- 

 ning showed the surface of the lake torn 

 into spindrift that was swept across it 

 like rank on rank of sheeted ghosts. The 

 thunder seemed to have its dwelling- 

 place in both earth and sky. 



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