174 PHILIP'S HUNT 



At last, after he had picked a sprig of this 

 flower, he started on. He kept following the new 

 path, but instead of its getting wider, or leading 

 him to the pool, it grew narrower and soon he 

 could hardly see that he was in a path at all. 

 Woods were all around him. He went up by a 

 group of chestnut-trees to wonder a little where 

 he could be. A bird flew out and called " che- 

 wink, che-wink." 



" I know that's your name," Philip answered, 

 " and what you say when any one visits you in the 

 woods." 



" Chewink, towhee," the bird said and went 

 and sat on a limb quite close to Philip. The white 

 tips of his tail feathers, which he kept moving, 

 reminded Philip of the flowers he had left. The 

 chewink kept looking at him, and Philip was just 

 thinking that his back was black, his sides reddish- 

 brown, and that underneath he was white, when 

 he heard the most horrible noise. It sounded once, 

 and then again. Philip ran as fast as ever he could. 

 He lost his cap and the sprig of white flower that 

 he had hoped might astonish Tommy. 



He never stopped running until he came to a 

 stone wall, and when he tried to get over it there 

 was barbed wire on top. This caught his trousers, 

 and as he was pulling himself loose a stone slipped 

 off the wall and made him fall. His foot was badly 

 hurt, for the stone fell on it. The tears came to 

 his eyes, and he had to hold his foot, the pain was 



