So at last I stood again in the unwholesome churchyard where a pale winter moon east its hideous shadows, and leafless trees drooped sullenly to meet the withered, frosty grass and crackling slabs, and the ivied church pointed a jeering finger at the unfriendly sky, and the nightwind howled maniacally from over frozen swamps and frigid seas. The baying was very faint now, and it ceased altogether as I approached the ancient grave I had once violated, and frightened away an abnormally large horde of bats which had been hovering curiously around it.