The Arrival of the Herd \ i 



just as an emmet might disappear in a sea of 

 grass. Above, a breeze began to blow from 

 the north-east, and fleecy clouds were forming 

 on the horizon. An eagle swung over the 

 forest, searching the open spaces for unsus- 

 picious prey. Insects passed humming in 

 busiest flight, but the forest beneath lay dark 

 and unmoved, save that the upper foliage was 

 ruffled with the wind. 



