The Long Shadow - Illustrated

The wind, rising again as the sun went down, mourned lonesomely at the northwest corner of the cabin, as if it felt the desolateness of the barren, icy hills and the black hollows between, and of the angry red sky with its purple shadows lowering over the unhappy land and would make fickle friendship with some human thing. Charming Billy, hearing the crooning wail of it, knew well the portent and sighed