Even Old Dan felt the pleasant atmosphere. His long red tail fanned the air.
Once he raised his head and bawled. I stood still and listened to the droning tones of his deep voice.
The sound seemed to be trapped for an instant in the thick timber.
It rolled around under the tall white sycamores, beat its way through the wild cane, and found freedom out over the clear blue waters of the river.
The sound, following the river’s course, rolled like the beat of a jungle drum.
As the echo died away in the distance, silence settled over the bottoms.
The gray squirrels stopped their chattering. The wild birds quit their singing.
I stood still. No sound could be heard. It seemed that all the creatures of the wild were holding their breath.
I gazed up to the towering heights of the tall trees.
No leaf was stirring. The silence seemed strained and expectant, like a young boy waiting for a firecracker to explode.
I looked at Old Dan. He was standing perfectly still, with his right front foot raised and his long ears fanned open.
He seemed to be listening, and challenging any living creature to make a noise.
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