Excerpt from Children of Earth There was an infinity of music in the roaring that filled the night. The texture of sound was as complicated in its intimacies as it was terrifying in its vastness. It was both organ-like and organic. While the congregated sons of power sang each his note to the buffets of wind that tore at their sides, swept upon them, above them, and around them so each blade of bog-grass, each blade of swaying heather, each bulk of sodden moss, each stream that rushed to the valley, each pool of bog-water, each hummock had its individual voice. It was yet the voice of open spaces. There was a surge and sway, a vast impetus of freedom, in that music to declare that neither bush nor tree in that inky dark ness intercepted the course of the wind with an alien cry. The sound was all of movement. Nowhere did it rest in its movement. Freedom, distance, space and speed were the indissoluble constituents of that hymning of Earth, even when it was most complicated in its texture. Its very fury had a gesture of gauntness. Its very frenzy was severe and stern. Through a darkness that crushed the brain came the sense of wide space and unstaying speed. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.