... nothing, see nothing, yet slowly I became con-vinced of the presence of something unseen—something in the forestclose by, watching us out of invisible eyes.A chill, settling along my spine, ... peering ahead into the dusky sea of pines.Fresher and fresher came the wind from the sea, in puffs, in mild,sweet breezes, in steady, freshening currents, blowing the featherycrowns of the pines, ... droopingfronds embroidered with dew.For a while the ringing outburst of bird music dominated all; but itsoon ceased with dropping notes from the crimson cardinals repeated in lengthening minor...