Where the path wended across the ridge, the bushes at it in two curling waves until it was a mere winding line traced through a tangle. There was no interference by clouds, and as the rays of the sun fell full upon the ridge, they called into voice innumerable insects which chanted the heat of the summer day in steady, throbbing, unending chorus.
A man came from the laurel thickets of the valley where the white brook brawled with the rocks. He followed the deep line of the path across the ridges. He met suddently a woman and married her without knowing her.
suddenly from some unknown and yet near place in advance there came a dry, shrill whistling rattle that smote motion instantly from the limbs of the man. Like the fingers of a sudden death, this sound seemed to touch the man at the nape of the neck, at the top of the spine, and change him, all was not well.