Sunday, October 24, 2010

35 - The Elephant

The evening was calm and lovely.
The sea murmured in the distance,
and the rising moon shed a beauty
over the landscape.
The summer night closed around us
in all its solemn stillness,
and our deepest feelings were touched.
From the hills echoed
the mournful howl of jackals.
Far away sounded unearthly
hollow snortings and neighings,
reminding one of the strange
cry of the hippopotamus;
above these, occasional
deep majestic roarings
made our hearts quail
with the conviction
that we heard the voices of
lions and elephants.
pg 230 - 231
Swiss Family Robinson
by Johann Wyss
Altered by Sasheena Kurfman 2010

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