When the terrific wind, that helped us to capture the deer, raged throughthe tree-tops it sounded like distant thunder. It bent the tall trees, inunison, all one way, as if they agreed to bow together before the powerthat was upon them. When they straightened up they shook their tops asthough angry at one another, broke off some of the limbs which they hadborne for fortnights, and sent them crashing to the ground.

Some of the trees were blown up by the roots, and if allowed to remainwould in time form such little mounds as we children took to be Indiangraves when we first came into the woods. Those little mounds aremonuments, which mark the places where some of those ancient members ofthe jungle stood centuries ago, and they will remain through future agesunless obliterated by the arm of man.

We thought that the wind blew harder here than in York State, where wecame from. We supposed the reason was that the mountains and hills of NewYork broke the wind off, and this being a flat country with nothing tobreak the force of the wind, except the woods, we felt it more severely.