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Something like fifty yards of broken ground, grey rock, moss and lichen, lay between, and over all lay the curtain of the night and the great whispering winds from the forests of Scandinavia. SOMETHING LIKE FIFTY YARDS OF BROKEN GROUND GRAY ROCK MOSS AND LICHEN LAY BETWEEN OVER ALL LAY THE CURTAIN OF THE NIGHT AND THE GREAT WHISPERING WINDS FROM THE FORESTS OF SCANDINAVIA
a vivid imagination indeed," I thought, half laughing, as I lit the lanterns, "if her thoughts can put a glamour upon mine in this way"; and yet somehow, when we said good-night, I took occasion to give her a few vigorous words of encouragement, and went to her tent to make sure I could find it quickly in the night in case anything happened. In her quick way the girl understood and thanked me, and the last thing I heard as I moved off to the men's quarters was Mrs. Maloney crying that there were beetles in her tent, and Joan's laughter as she went to help her turn them out. Half an hour later the island was silent as the grave, but for the mournful voices of the wind as it sighed up from the sea. Like white sentries stood the three tents of the men on one side of the ridge, and on the other side, half hidden by some birches, whose leaves just shivered as the breeze caught them, the women's tents, patches of ghostly grey, gathered more closely together for mutual shelter and protection. R PRAYED THE GIRL HAS A VIVID IMAGINATION INDEED I THOUGHT HALF LAUGHING AS I LIT THE LANTERNS IF HER THOUGHTS CAN PUT A GLAMOUR UPON MINE IN THIS WAY AND YET SOMEHOW WHEN WE SAID GOOD NIGHT I TOOK OCCASION TO GIVE HER A FEW VIGOROUS WORDS OF ENCOURAGEMENT AND WENT TO HER TENT TO MAKE SURE I COULD FIND IT QUICKLY IN THE NIGHT IN CASE ANYTHING HAPPENED IN HER QUICK WAY THE GIRL UNDERSTOOD AND THANKED ME AND THE LAST THING I HEARD AS I MOVED OFF TO THE MEN'S QUARTERS WAS MISSUS MALONEY CRYING THAT THERE WERE BEETLES IN HER TENT AND JOAN'S LAUGHTER AS SHE WENT TO HELP HER TURN THEM OUT HALF AN HOUR LATER THE ISLAND WAS SILENT AS THE GRAVE BUT FOR THE MOURNFUL VOICES OF THE WIND AS IT SIGHED UP FROM THE SEA LIKE WHITE SENTRIES STOOD THE THREE TENTS OF THE MEN ON ONE SIDE OF THE RIDGE AND ON THE OTHER SIDE HALF HIDDEN BY SOME BIRCHES WHOSE LEAVES JUST SHIVERED AS THE BREEZE CAUGHT THEM THE WOMEN'S TENTS PATCHES OF GHOSTLY GREY GATHERED MORE CLOSELY TOGETHER FOR MUTUAL SHELTER AND PROTECTION
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