How quick and fast they went through the wood and over the dales!
“Why,” suddenly exclaimed Spider Eyes, “what is the matter? The golden gates of the beautiful world do not shine so brightly! Are they closing up? Come, brothers, hurry! hurry! Let us fly faster.”
“I must leave you now,” said the whip-poor-will. “I am tired, and I must rest awhile, for I have to sing all night,” and then he alighted on the branch of a tree.
They thanked him for his kindness, and flew on without stopping.
CHAPTER V
What could be the matter? How dark the woods seemed to grow!