dream-cry

Updated: May 24, 2025

Again he was back with Radisson and MacTavish, listening to the foxes out on the barrens. He heard the Scotchman's moaning madness and listened to the blast of storm. And then he heard a cry a cry like that which MacTavish fancied he had heard in the wind an hour before he died. It was this dream-cry that roused him. He sat up, and his face and hands were damp. It was black in the tent.

James Oliver Curwood - God's Country—And the Woman