... on the alert - the fractious yelping of the coyotes, the ceaseless, low symphony of the wind, the distant booming of the frogs about the lake, the lamentation of a concertina in the Mexicans' quarters ... Think of the gallops over those leagues of prairies, with the wind tugging at the roots of your hair, the com- ing close to the earth and learning over again the stories of the growing grass and the ... of ewes had been scattered from their bedding ground during the night by a thunderstorm The centipede, driven by destiny, showed himself on the floor of the gallery, and then, the screeches of...