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| 47 | 14 | I saw now that the View more quotes about sound">sound was the sound of millions upon millions of tiny feet, treading upon the leaves and fallen debris of the jungle floor. |
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| 47 | 11 | But there was no wind. |
| 47 | 12 | "The marchers," said the leader of the small men, pointing. |
| 47 | 13 | The hair on the back of my neck rose. |
| 47 | 14 | I saw now that the sound was the sound of millions upon millions of tiny feet, treading upon the leaves and fallen debris of the jungle floor. |
| 47 | 15 | Too, there may have been, mixed in that sound, the almost infinitesimal sound, audible only in its cumulative effect, of the rubbings and clickings of the joints of tiny limbs and the shiftings and adjustments of tiny, black, shiny exoskeletons, those stiff casings of the segments of their tiny bodies. |
| 47 | 16 | "Do not go too close," said the leader of the small men. |
| 47 | 17 | The column of the marchers was something like a yard wide. |