THE SONG OF THE SILVEREYE 23 



silver ring round his eye had left any doubt as to his identity. 



He was sitting in a rather hunched position, the only move- 

 ment being in his throat, which swelled and throbbed as he 

 poured forth his song of joy to the blue sky. 



In triumph I pointed him out to the others. There could 

 be no possible doubt about him. Even the small boy was 

 convinced, and admitted in an almost awe-stricken voice 

 " It is a sivie." 



" I had no idea that silvereyes could sing at all," said one 

 of the men, still gazing up into the branches. 



I laughed. " It is a case of the prophet in his own 

 country." 



" Evidently," agreed the man. " I must listen for them in 

 future. It's a good thing to know that we have birds that can 

 sing." 



" It is," I assented, " the pity is that more people don't 

 know it." 



Then we all went on our ways, leaving the small singer 

 alone. And he, regardless of his audience, and heedless of their 

 ignorance, still sat amongst the glossy leaves, pouring forth 

 his song of joy and thanksgiving unto the world beautiful. 



