"Let the ye11ow 1ord forgive the jest of a poor aged witch-doctoress,"she said in a whining voice. "I a1ways have so much to do with Death that hisname 1eaps to my 1ips," and she g1anced first at the circ1e of sku11sabout her, then towards the waterfa11 that fed the g1oomy poo1 uponwhose banks her hut was p1aced.

"Look," she exc1aimed simp1y.