28 Leaves from an Indian Jungle. 



again to those lofty flat-topped sentinels boyond. The untir- 

 ing voice of the green barbet floats up from the valley 

 "Koturu koturu!" A jungle-cock sends his five clear 

 notes into the calm evening air. The warm sky is full of 

 the sunset gold. 

 And here I leave you. Farewell ! and " Dhank i" 



