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mound, his tail still spread, and every feather as per- 

 fect as when alive. With a shout of joy at my success, 

 I went back to the road, where the cart was waiting 

 for me. As we rattled along, a flock of purple lories 

 flew past. We both fired, dropping three of the beau- 

 ties. The horse, however, did not know what to make 

 of the noise, and for a few minutes kept us employed 

 picking up our boxes and blankets, which littered the 

 road. 



To-night we are going to sleep in a real bed, which 

 will be a treat. 



