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host of them stood up - and with the uproar of their million branches
drummed the thundering message out across the night. It seemed as if
they had all broken loose. Their roots swept trailing over field and
hedge and roof. They tossed their bushy heads beneath the clouds with a
wild, delighted shuffling of great boughs. With trunks upright they
raced leaping through the sky. There was upheaval and adventure in the
awful sound they made, and their cry was like the cry of a sea that has
broken through its gates and poured loose upon the world....

Through it all her husband slept peacefully as though he heard it not.
It was, as she well knew, the sleep of the semi-dead. For he was out
with all that clamoring turmoil. The part of him that she had lost was
there. The form that slept so calmly at her side was but the shell, half
emptied.

And when the winter's morning stole upon the scene at length, with a
pale, washed sunshine that followed the departing tempest, the first
thing she saw, as she crept to the window and looked out, was the ruined
cedar lying on the lawn. Only the gaunt and crippled trunk of it
remained. The single giant bough that had been left to it lay dark upon
the grass, sucked endways towards the Forest by a great wind eddy. It
lay there like a mass of drift-wood from a wreck, left by the ebbing of
a high spring-tide upon the sands - remnant of some friendly, splendid
vessel that once sheltered men.

And in the distance she heard the roaring of the Forest further out. Her
husband's voice was in it.







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