The Country Beyond | Page 3

fearsome, was a hissing that
came and went, sometimes very near to him, and always accompanied by a grating noise
that curdled his blood. Twice after that he saw the shadow of the great owl as it swooped
over him, and he flattened himself down, the knot in his throat growing bigger and more
choking. And then he heard the soft and uncanny movement of huge feathered bodies in
the thick shroud of boughs overhead, and slowly and cautiously he wormed himself
around, determined to get back to sunshine and day as quickly as he could. It was not
until he had made this movement that the real chill of horror gripped at his heart. Straight
behind him, directly in the path he had traveled, he saw two little green balls of flame!
It was instinct, and not reason or experience, which told Peter there was menace and peril
in these two tiny spots blazing in the gloom. He did not know that his own eyes, popping
half out of his head, were equally terrifying in that pit of silence, nor that from him
emanated a still more terrifying thing--the scent of dog. He trembled on his wobbly legs
as the green eyes stared at him, and his back seemed to break in the middle, so that he
sank helplessly down upon the soft spruce needles, waiting for his doom. In another flash
the twin balls of green fire were gone. In a moment they appeared again, a little farther
away. Then a second time they were gone, and a third time they flashed back at him--so
distant they appeared like needle-points in the darkness. Something stupendous rose up in
Peter. It was the soul of his Airedale father, telling him the other thing was running away!
And in the joy of triumph Peter let out a yelp. In that night-infested place, alive with
hiding things, the yelp set loose weird rustlings in the tangled treetops, strange
murmurings of chortling voices, and the nasty snapping of beaks that held in them the
power to rend Peter's skinny body into a hundred bits. From deeper in the thicket came
the sudden crash of a heavy body, and with it the chuckling notes of a porcupine, and a
HOO-HOO-HOO-EE of startled inquiry that at first Peter took for a human voice. And
again he lay shivering close to the foot-deep carpet of needles under him, while his heart

thumped against his ribs, and his whiskers stood out in mortal fear. There followed a
weird and appalling silence, and in that stillness Peter quested vainly for the sunlight he
had lost. And then, indistinctly, but bringing with it a new thrill, he heard another sound.
It was a soft and distant rippling of running water. He knew that sound. It was friendly.
He had played among the rocks and pebbles and sand where it was made. His courage
came back, and he rose up on his legs, and made his way toward it. Something inside him
told him to go quietly, but his feet were big and clumsy, and half a dozen times in the
next two minutes he stumbled on his nose. At last he came to the stream, scarcely wider
than a man might have reached across, rippling and plashing its way through the naked
roots of trees. And ahead of him Peter saw light. He quickened his pace, until at the last
he was running when he came out into the edge of the meadowy plain, with its sweetness
of flowers and green grass and song of birds, and its glory of blue sky and sun.
If he had ever been afraid, Peter forgot it now. The choking went out of his throat, his
heart fell back in its place, and the fierce conviction that he had vanquished everything in
the world possessed him. He peered back into the dark cavern of evergreen out of which
the streamlet gurgled, and then trotted straight away from it, growling back his defiance
as he ran. At a safe distance he stopped, and faced about. Nothing was following him, and
the importance of his achievements grew upon him. He began to swell; his fore-legs he
planted pugnaciously, he hollowed his back, and began to bark with all the puppyish
ferocity that was in him. And though he continued to yelp, and pounded the earth with his
paws, and tore up the green grass with his sharp little teeth, nothing dared to come out of
the black forest in answer to his challenge!
His head was high and his ears cocked jauntily as he trotted up the slope, and for the first
time in his three months of existence he yearned to give battle to something that was alive.
He was a changed Peter, no