“The boy, the bird, and the beasts made a circle of wonder and good will around the real gift of fire, and beyond them were other wider circles, made of the meadow, the mountains, and the starry sky, all the fires and processions, all the voices and silences of all the world. . . . His spirit wheeled above the great meadow and the mountains, his loneliness was borne with the wild strength of a great elk, and he sang of his whole being with a voice that carried like the cry of a wolf.”