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vivid. The lights and shade show to the best advan- 

 tage, and a peculiarly harmonious charm reigns over 

 the whole face of Nature, which must strike upon the 

 heart even of the most apathetic spirit, and make 

 him feel, with the great poet, that 



" There is a pleasure in the pathless woods." 



But I am digressing, and must return to our am- 

 buscade, where we were lying at our ease, whilst 

 Chineah and Googooloo kept watch. Numbers of 

 pea-fowl, jungle-fowl, and spur-fowl, came to drink 

 from time to time, and their wild cries were heard on 

 every side of the deeply- wooded valley. Presently 

 we heard the low bark of a buck- elk calling to his 

 hinds, and as the sun was sinking below the horizon 

 the roar of a tiger awoke the echoes of the surround- 

 ing hills, and was immediately answered by another, 

 at no great distance from the lake. Peafowl took 

 up the cry on every side, and the wood resounded 

 with the voices of wild animals. Chineah and Goo- 

 gooloo smiled grimly at each other as they caught up 

 each cry, and named the animal that it came from, 

 and each gave me a significant look as I proceeded 

 to put fresh caps on my pet rifle, which I had pre- 

 viously carefully loaded. 



"Yon forest music goes cheerily, Hal, and does 

 one more good than all the sol-fa-ing we have lately 



heard at Ooty," whispered B . 



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