III. 

 A SCENE IN THE FOKEST. 



is early morning, and as yet the sun has 

 not smitten the earth with his scorching 

 beams. The forest is alive with brilliant 

 creatures, that, a few hours hence, will 

 be hidden in its coolest and deepest recesses. 



The Parrots, and the Pigeons, and the gor- 

 geous little Fly -catchers, glisten among the 

 branches, and are full of animation. But the scene 

 I am about to describe does not relate to these. 



Do you notice yonder tree, with great spread- 

 ing boughs that grow from the top of the stem, 

 and form a kind of leafy plateau? At present 

 the plateau is clear of occupants. But, creeping 



