"The hunter's music were the natural music of the sparrow, the weaver, the crickets, the squalling of the squirrels, the mourning of the eagle, the hewing of the woodpecker, the whispering of the many birds and of course the humming of the creeper-I mean snake."The Hunter lives a world of his own with the elements of the forest each time he goes to the bush."I was jolted awake by the sound of an ominous rumbling from the distance. Our canoe rolled from bow to helm as if some giant whale has passed under us, rubbing its back on the keel. I shook my brother awake and pointed downstream where there was a huge dark cloud like the face of a monster, grinning with its ugly gnarled face at us."This was the scene as the wave became angry and threatened to swallow anything on its part