her dark mantle. He had to walk very cautiously now for the trail was
rough, and there were sharp stones and roots ready to strike his feet
and trip him up.

At length the trail ended and he reached the smooth surface of the
broad highway. Along this he sped with the quick elastic step of one
who has seen a vision. The fire of a great idea was burning fiercely
within him which caused him to take no heed to his surroundings.

He had not gone far, however, ere some strong impulse caused him to
pause again and listen to that fascinating sound of falling waters far
off in the distance. It was on an elevation in the road where he
stopped, and here the shadows which enwrapped the forest were not so
heavy. The lingering light of departing day was still in the west and
touched this part of the highway with its faint glow. It brought out
into clear relief the silhouette of the old man as he stood there with
his right hand placed to his ear so as not to miss the least sound
drifting down the valley.

So intent was he upon what he heard that he did not notice the sounds
of approaching footsteps, so when a man stopped a few yards away and
watched him curiously, he was completely unaware of his presence.
"Ring on, sweet waters," he cried. "Your voice follows me no matter
how far I go. I alone can understand your language, and know what you
are saying. All are deaf but me. They hear but do not know your
meaning." He ceased, and again listened for a few seconds.

A strange half-mocking laugh startled him, and caused him to look
quickly around. Seeing that he was observed, he was about to hurry
away, when a man stepped forward.