CHAPTER VI. 



** See, the day begins to break, 

 And the light shoots like a streak 

 Of subtle fire ; the wind blows cold 

 While the morning doth unfold : 

 Now the birds begin to rouse, 

 And the squirrel from the boughs 

 Leaps to get him nuts and fruit : 

 The early lark that erst was mute, 

 Carols to the rising day 

 Many a note and many a lay." 



I WOKE the following morning soon after 

 the first tinge of day had streaked the east, 

 and found myself terribly stiff and foot-sore. 

 My nose, too, was hot, and I felt very thirsty. 



** What's the matter? " asked Trimbush, 

 waking, as I gave a whine of uneasiness. 



" I'm not well," replied I, limping from 

 the bench. 



** Oh, it's nothing to care about," replied 

 he, yawning and stretching his limbs. 



