He noticed my companion, and became crestfallen all at once. 'Not in bed yet,” he said, with a kind of servile heartiness; 'it's so natural. Ha! Danger — agitation.” He vanished. I went on to the riverside, and the other followed me. I heard a scathing murmur at my ear, 'Heap of muffs — go to.” The pilgrims could be seen in knots gesticulating, discussing. Several had still their staves in their hands. I verily believe they took these sticks to bed with them. Beyond the fence the forest stood up spectrally in the moonlight, and through that dim stir, through the faint sounds of that lamentable courtyard, the silence of the land went home to one's very heart — its mystery, its greatness, the amazing reality of its concealed life.

The hurt nigger moaned feebly somewhere near by, and then