"The voice of you is far-away-like, Pierre—it shivers as a hawk cries.
It's the wind, the wind, maybe."
"There's not a breath of life from hill or valley."
"But I feel it in my face."
"It is not the breath of life you feel."
"Did you not hear voices coming athwart the wind? . . . Can you see the people at the mines?"
"I have told you what I see."
"You told me of the pine-trees, and the glacier, and the snow—"
"And that is all."
"But in the Valley, in the Valley, where all the miners are?"
"I cannot see them."