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brown body barely perceptible against the grass, and we 

 suspected a cosy nest hidden under one of the full green tufts. 

 Here and there a tall cabbage-tree lifted its quaint head into 

 the blue air, telling of the days when thick luscious brush 

 covered the land which now lies so clear and calm. Their 



GROUNE-LARK AT NEST 



loneliness struck a note of sadness, and we thought with a sigh 

 of the brave bush gone. But a little green frog hopped out of 

 the grass at our feet and made us laugh and the cloud had 

 passed. 



Do you know anything more fascinating than a little slim 



