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stirred, and no sound was heard but the dull mono- 

 tonous roar of falling waters or the plaintive cry of a 

 stray plover in search of his companions. The sun 

 had been gone down some time, and the moon, which 

 was then at the full, had not risen sufficiently high 

 for her silvery light to penetrate the deep ravine in 

 which we were. 



Both B 's patience and his cheroot were well- 

 nigh exhausted, and as I saw he could hardly keep 

 himself awake, I bade both him and Chineah sleep 

 whilst Googooloo and myself kept the first watch. 

 We remained for nearly a couple of hours listening 

 anxiously to every sound that issued from the jungle, 

 and although during this time we distinctly heard 

 the growling of a bear just below us, and could dis- 

 tinguish in the gloom the dark forms of a sounder of 

 hog wallowing in the pool, still there was not sufficient 

 light to take aim, and I did not pull trigger. At last 

 the moon appeared over the scarped crest of the 

 mountain, sailing in a cloudless sky a flood of light 

 glistened like silver on the lake, and caused every 

 object to be seen as distinctly as at noon-day.- 



Struck with the fairy-like beauty of the scene before 

 me, I became absorbed in thought, from which I was 

 roused by Googooloo laying his hand on my shoulder 

 and pointing to something standing in the shade of 

 a lofty forest tree. At the same moment I heard 

 the low short bark of a spotted-deer, and a fine buck 



