The moon is coming up behind the aspens. It is as big as a pumpkin and as orange. The winds are cool, the stars are like electric light bulbs. I am just inside the doorway, with my turtle-shell lamp burning so that I can see to write this.
Something is moving beyond the second hemlock. [My hawk] Frightful is very alert, as if there are things moving all around us. Halloween was over at midnight last night, but for us it is just beginning. That’s how I feel, anyhow …My Side of the Mountain, by Jean Craighead George, p. 97