In the stillness of the Appalachian night, if you listen very carefully, you hear a sound.

Melodic, but somehow mournful.

The cry of a Nightbird?  Just the wind in the trees?

Or the song of the long ago hunters that roamed

these woods?

It draws you on, deeper into the bosom of Big Savage Mountain.  Up along the starlit path until you reach

a clearing ablaze with the light of the Full Moon.....

and.......