"Oh! do-o try it again, anyway?"
pleaded the visitors together. " It ??s
won-der-ful! We'll be as still--as still
as a nun's chapel!"

And obligingly, once more, the human
thrush lifted up her notes of speckled
sweetness compared to the silver purity
of the strength which answered, the hermit
fluting passionately upon his rock:

"the song complete,
With such a wealth of melody sweet,
As never the organ pipe could blow
And never musician think or know I"

Carried beyond himself--perhaps after
all, he was a lonely hermit--he actually
hopped from his rock, unalarmed, towards
the firelight, when--when the concert
was suddenly interrupted by a woodland
gorgon!

By Andrew who, rearing his six feet two
of gaunt, hurlothrumbo length from a
fern-bed, hooking stick in hand, suddenly
lifted from the embers a boiling kettle.

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p111 _ -chap- _ toc-1 _ p112w _ toc-2 _ +chap+ _ p113

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