SoIsatandgazedonthemountainandtheforestthatgrewoveritlikehairontheheadofawoman，andasIgazedIheardasoundthatcamefromfaraway，outoftheheartoftheforestasitseemed。Atfirstitwasfaintandfaroff，adistantthinglikethecryofchildreninakraalacrossavalley；thenitgrewlouder，butstillI
couldnotsaywhatitmightbe；nowitswelledandswelled，andIknewit——itwasthesoundofwildbeatsatchase。Nearercamethemusic，therocksrangwithit，anditsvoicesetthebloodbeatingbuttohearkentoit。Thatpackwasgreatwhichrana-huntingthroughthesilentnight；andnowitwasnight，ontheothersideoftheslopeonly，andthesoundswelledsoloudthatthosewhowerewithmeawokealsoandlookedforth。Nowofasuddenagreatkoodoobullappearedforaninstantstandingoutagainsttheskyonthecrestoftheridge，thenvanishedintheshadow。Hewasrunningtowardsus；presentlywesawhimagainspeedingonhispathwithgreatbounds。Wesawthisalso——formsgreyandgauntandgalloping，innumbercountless，thatleapedalonghispath，appearingonthecrestoftherise，disappearingintotheshadow，seenagainontheslope，lostinthevalley；andwiththemtwoothershapes，theshapesofmen。
Nowthebigbuckboundedpastusnothalfaspear\'sthrowaway，andbehindhimstreamedthecountlesswolves，andfromthethroatsofthewolveswentupthatawfulmusic。Andwhowerethesetwothatcamewiththewolves，shapesofmengreatandstrong？Theyransilentlyandswift，wolves\'teethgleamedupontheirheads，wolves\'hideshungabouttheirshoulders。Inthehandsofonewasanaxe——themoonlightshoneuponit——inthehandoftheotheraheavyclub。Neckandnecktheyran；neverbeforehadweseenmentravelsofast。See！theyspeddowntheslopetowardsus；thewolveswereleftbehind，allexceptfourofthem；weheardthebeatingoftheirfeet；theycame，theypassed，theyweregone，andwiththemtheirunnumberedcompany。Themusicgrewfaint，itdied，itwasdead；thehuntwasfaraway，andthenightwasstillagain！
“Now，mybrethren，“Iaskedofthosewhowerewithme，“whatisthisthatwehaveseen？“
Thenoneanswered，“WehaveseentheGhostswholiveinthelapoftheoldWitch，andthosemenaretheWolf-Brethren，thewizardswhoarekingsoftheGhosts。“