ABSTRACT
There were no Alpine precipices, no avalanches or volcanoes or black jungles full of wild beasts, no earthquakes… Nothing appalling or horrible rushed upon these men Only there happened—nothing There might have been a pool of cool water behind any one of those tree clumps, only—there was not It might have rained at any time, only—it did not There might have been a fence or a house just over the next rise; only—there was not. They lay down, with the birds hopping from branch to branch above them and the bright sky peeping down at them. No one came. Nothing happened. That was all
