3T and as he listened to the wind, and breathedthe fresh damp odor of the rain, he was gladhe was there. The great pines, hundreds ofyears old, were bent and twisted about likegrass. … The old man had thought he was the onlyone in the wogdj^ but he soon heaJo. voicesof people coming hearer and nearer. Theymust enjoy the storm, he thought, for theywere singing and shouting most happily. They did not sound quite like men, butmore like the rushing of the wind and thehurried swaying…
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