cloud-harried

Updated: May 14, 2025

Holman paused at the end of a wearisome climb, and he drew himself upright. At that moment the cloud-harried moon dragged herself from beneath the pack, and the young fellow gave a cry of joy. "We can do it from here, Verslun," he cried. "I see a path to the top. Come along, man!" "What about Kaipi?" I gasped. "We'll never find our way back here." "Let him sit there," he snorted.

James Francis Dwyer - The White Waterfall