He was so delighted at the discovery of the strange,
desolate, moonlit place close to his own snug little room, that
he began to dance and skip about the floor. The wind came in
through the door he had left open,
and blew about him as he danced, and he kept turning towards it
that it might blow in his face. He kept picturing to himself the
many places, lovely and desolate, the hill-sides and farm-yards
and tree-tops and meadows, over which it had blown on its way to
The Mound. And as he danced, he grew more and more delighted
with the motion and the wind; his feet grew stronger, and his
body lighter, until at length it seemed as if he were borne up
on the air, and could almost fly. So strong did his feeling
become, that at last he began to doubt whether he was not in one
of those precious dreams he had so often had, in which he
floated about on the air at will. But something made him look
up, and to his unspeakable delight, he found his uplifted hands
lying in those of North Wind, who was dancing with him, round
and round the long bare room, her hair now falling to the floor,
now filling the arched ceiling, her eyes shining on him like
thinking stars, and the sweetest of grand smiles playing
breezily about her beautiful mouth.
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