ha-a-a-r

Updated: June 15, 2025

It would come over the forest and up the slope and round the guest house with a long-drawn, sweeping "Ha-a-a-r," and sob once or twice, and then die away down the slope and over the forest and away and beyond to the east, where Kilimanjaro was waiting for it, crowned with snow on his throne beneath the stars. But the wind was almost dead now the heat of the night had stifled it.

H. De Vere (Henry De Vere) Stacpoole - The Pools of Silence