From all hills came screams. A piece of sky beside the crescent sun was detaching. It was...

narrator: From all hills came screams. A piece of sky beside the crescent sun was detaching. It was a loosened circle of evening sky suddenly lighted from the back. It was a flat disc. It was almost over the sun. ♪ ♪ But something else was happening at that same instant, and it was this, I believe, which made us scream. The second before the sun went out, we saw a wall of dark shadow come speeding at us. We no sooner saw it than it was upon us, like thunder. It slammed our hill and knocked us out. It was the monstrous, swift shadow cone of the moon, hauling darkness like plague behind it