THE CHATTER OF A DEATH-DEMON FROM A TREE-TOP.
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BLOOD—BLOOD AND TORN GRASS— HAD MARKED THE RISE OF HIS AGONY— THIS LONE HUNTER. THE GREY-GREEN WOODS IMPASSIVE HAD WATCHED THE THRESHING OF HIS LIMBS. A CANOE WITH FLASHING PADDLE, A GIRL WITH SOFT, SEARCHING EYES, A CALL: “JOHN!” ... COME, ARISE, HUNTER! LIFT YOUR GREY FACE! CAN YOU NOT HEAR? THE CHATTER OF A DEATH-DEMON FROM A TREE-TOP. Stephen Crane.
