grew towards the evening--for I had wandered long in the forest--I was

afraid no more. So I climbed up the steep rock, where little bushes

grow like hair on the arms of a man, till at last I came to the knees

of the stone Witch, which are the space before the cave. I lifted by

head over the brink of the rock and looked, and I tell you,

Umslopogaas, my blood ran cold and my heart turned to water, for

there, before the cave, rolled wolves, many and great. Some slept and

growled in their sleep, some gnawed at the skulls of dead game, some