of rock, ran trickling across the path, to be lost among the 
gnarled roots and fallen leaves around. Yes, this was the very spot. 

Overcome for the instant by my exertion and by my , I sat 
down upon the stone, and, taking off my cap, bathed my heated and 
throbbing temples in the cold spring. Refreshed at once I was about 
to rise and press onward, when suddenly my attention was caught by a 
sound which, faint from , scarce struck upon my ear. I listened 
again, but all was still and silent, the dull plash of the river, as it broke 
upon the reedy shore, was the only sound I heard. Thinking it pro- 
bably some mere delusion of my heated imagination, I rose to push 
forward ; but at the moment a slight breeze stirred in the leaves around 
me, the light branches rustled and bant beneath it, and a low, moanu.g 
sound swelled upwards, increasing each instant as it came : like the 
distant roar of som3 mighty torrent it grew louder as the wind bore it 
towards me, and now falling, now swelling, it burst forth into one loud 
prolonged cry of  and . Oh God ! it was the death-wail. 
I fell upon my knees, my hands clasped in , the sweat