276 REVIVAL OF LIFE. 



lies panting upon the ground, with his legs ex- 

 tended to the utmost, and his tongue hanging far 

 out of his mouth. 



The weary hours roll on, and Nature revives : 

 the woods again resound with the melody of the 

 voice of birds ; butterflies, of varied hue, nutter 

 across the open glades ; bees flit from flower to 

 flower; and lustrous beetles, exhibiting metallic 

 hues of green and blue, that rival the deepest 

 shades of the emerald and the sapphire, hover 

 round in circles, making a peculiar booming 

 noise from the flutter of their wings. Myriads of 

 insects keep up a perpetual hum in the solitudes 

 of the jungle, and other gentle sounds murmur 

 softly from every side, like spirits in the air, and 

 produce an effect singularly strange, soothing, 

 and dreamy. At times, above this jungle melody, 

 may be distinguished the distant cry of the pea- 

 cock, the shrill wild note of jungle-fowl, the call 

 of the coppersmith, the tapping of the wood- 

 pecker against some hollow tree, the chattering 

 of a troop of monkeys as they pass in the dis- 



