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It echoed away among the fog and the trees and lost itself somewhere out over the hidden sea. IT ECHOED AWAY AMONG THE FOG AND TREES AND LOST ITSELF SOMEWHERE OUT OVER THE HIDDEN SEA
ature moved. Its ears twitched and it shifted the weight of its body on to the hind legs. Then, lifting its head and muzzle to the sky, it opened its long jaws and gave vent to a dismal and prolonged howling. But, when I heard that howling rise to heaven, the breath caught and strangled in my throat and it seemed that my heart missed a beat; for, though the sound was entirely animal, it was at the same time entirely human. But, more than that, it was the cry I had so often heard in the Western States of America where the Indians still fight and hunt and struggle—it was the cry of the Redskin! "The Indian blood!" whispered John Silence, when I caught his arm for support; "the ancestral cry." And that poignant, beseeching cry, that broken human voice, mingling with the savage howl of the brute beast, pierced straight to my very heart and touched there something that no music, no voice, passionate or tender, of man, woman or child has ever stirred before or since for one second into life. ME SINCE ITS APPEARANCE THE CREATURE MOVED ITS EARS TWITCHED AND IT SHIFTED THE WEIGHT OF ITS BODY ON TO THE HIND LEGS THEN LIFTING ITS HEAD AND MUZZLE TO THE SKY IT OPENED ITS LONG JAWS AND GAVE VENT TO A DISMAL AND PROLONGED HOWLING BUT WHEN I HEARD THAT HOWLING RISE TO HEAVEN THE BREATH CAUGHT AND STRANGLED IN MY THROAT AND IT SEEMED THAT MY HEART MISSED A BEAT FOR THOUGH THE SOUND WAS ENTIRELY ANIMAL IT WAS AT THE SAME TIME ENTIRELY HUMAN AND MORE THAN THAT IT WAS THE CRY I HAD SO OFTEN HEARD IN THE WESTERN STATES OF AMERICA WHERE THE INDIANS STILL FIGHT AND HUNT AND STRUGGLE IT WAS THE CRY OF THE REDSKIN THE INDIAN BLOOD WHISPERED JOHN SILENCE WHEN I CAUGHT HIS ARM FOR SUPPORT THE ANCESTRAL CRY AND THAT POIGNANT BESEECHING CRY THAT BROKEN HUMAN VOICE MINGLING WITH THE SAVAGE HOWL OF THE BRUTE BEAST PIERCED STRAIGHT TO MY VERY HEART AND TOUCHED THERE SOMETHING THAT NO MUSIC NO VOICE PASSIONATE OR TENDER OF MAN WOMAN OR CHILD HAS EVER STIRRED BEFORE OR SINCE FOR ONE SECOND INTO LIFE
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