Scott!” “Good-bye! ‘Sunset’” THE boy stood stock still— and listened. He had just imitated a Lyre Bird’s call, and appeared to be waiting for its echo, or a reply. Round about him there was a thick forest. The trees were so close together that— although it was only a little after mid-day—they parti…
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Scott!” “Good-bye! ‘Sunset’” THE boy stood stock still— and listened. He had just imitated a Lyre Bird’s call, and appeared to be waiting for its echo, or a reply. Round about him there was a thick forest. The trees were so close together that— although it was only a little after mid-day—they partially excluded the rays of the sun. Under the branches of the giant gums it was not exactly dark, but the light was that of early evening. The peculiar quietude greatly added to the impression of approaching night. Once more he perfectly imitated the Lyre Bird’s call to his mate, and again he listened to the response. As the sound died.
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