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just as well as people who cam imagine, only in 
another way. Now, just ask your mother to pro- 
mise not to wear any hat that has the feathers of a 
beautiful Cock-of-the-Rock in it. 
In Australia—oh, but perhaps you want to know 
why this handsome bird is called the Cock-of-the- 
Rock, such a very funny name. Well, although it 
lives in forests and flies about amongst the trees, yet 
some of these forests are on the sides of mountains, 
so, of course, there are rocks all about. The Cock-of- 
the-Rock likes to perch upon a very high one; so, 
when the old travellers first saw it perched up there, 
and looking such a fine bird, they called it a Cock-of- 
the-Rock, and almost expected to hear it crow. At 
least, if this is not the right explanation, it is the only 
one I can think of. The Indians may have another 
one, but if they have I cannot tell it you, because I 
do not know what it is. Perhaps if I were to think a 
little, I should know—or else I could imagine it—but 
I have no time to think or imagine just at present. 
I want to get on. 
In Australia, the great island-continent—the island 
that is so large that we call it a continent—there is a 
wonderful bird called the Lyre-bird. It is one of the 
most wonderful and the most beautiful birds that 
there is in the world, and all its wonder and all its 
beauty lies in its tail. This wonderful tail—as I am 
