but much to the old man's disappointment, instead of clearing the rain fell more and more heavily, and finally a heavy thunderstorm broke over the mountain. the thunder roared so terrifically, and the heavens seemed to be so ablaze with lightning, that the old man could hardly believe himself to be alive. he thought that he must die of fright. at last, however, the sky cleared, and the whole country was aglow in the rays of the setting sun. the old man's spirits revived when he looked out at the beautiful twilight, and he was about to step out from his strange hiding-place in the hollow tree when the sound of what seemed like the approaching steps of several people caught his ear. he at once thought that his friends had come to look for him, and he was delighted at the idea of having some jolly companions with whom to walk home. but on looking out from the tree, what was his amazement to see, not his friends, but hundreds of demons coming towards the spot. the more he looked, the greater was his astonishment. some of these demons were as large as giants, others had great big eyes out of all proportion to the rest of their bodies, others again had absurdly long noses, and some had such big mouths that they seemed to open from ear to ear. all had horns growing on their foreheads. the old man was so surprised at what he saw that he lost his balance and fell out of the hollow tree.